BASTIEN
To anyone looking from the outside, they might have expected Deimos, the warrior, to carelessly rip down the decorations and for Bastien, the artist, to treat them with care, but it seemed the opposite was the case. To Bastien, who was feeling incredibly disillusioned with the space he had created now that Rexanna was not in it, it was therapeutic to beat it all up a little, let the pretty details know just what he thought of them.
Had Deimos decided not to tell the tales he wouldn't have begrudged the man. They were all tired and depressed and probably had better things to do than wallow in misery; thankfully it seemed Deimos was willing to give him this indulgence.
He nodded to the introduction, knowing that much already. "Yes, she told me that much. ...Though, now that I think of it, I don't know what it was she was stealing, for the most part."
Had Deimos decided not to tell the tales he wouldn't have begrudged the man. They were all tired and depressed and probably had better things to do than wallow in misery; thankfully it seemed Deimos was willing to give him this indulgence.
He nodded to the introduction, knowing that much already. "Yes, she told me that much. ...Though, now that I think of it, I don't know what it was she was stealing, for the most part."
If we should be arrested before we sleep
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
I'll see you outside in a few days or in a few weeks
