high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul Bastien added in some details on her legs, tried to capture the delicate curve of her calves and the way that she seemed to kneel so effortlessly (his mind presented another image altogether than the one in front of him at this thought, which he batted away). A shadow underneath her grounded the figure to the floor, where he put in a general sketch of the cloth beneath her, just suggested at the starry pattern. She had a story that was romantic, fitting of someone beautiful. A servant in a palace, staring up into the world of arts? He loved it immediately. And that she had an 'ex-husband'...immediately he was curious (as much as he was one for higher things, Bastien loved gossip) but didn't ask her of it. "Your hands might get dirty, but there is little shameful about working in sketches. Indeed, it is sometimes the best way to capture life..." Speaking of sketches, he moved onto her face, trying his best to capture the soulful eyes and soft hair in such a crude medium as paint. "Me? Ah. I have always been involved in arts of some kind, much to my parents disappointment. I have been a performer, a painter, a writer...all sorts." Her second question made him grin with a laugh, tipping his head back. "Ha! Maybe not quite so many as you imagine, but there were some. But I usually found if they wanted to strip and pose they had....ulterior motives." Bastien looked past his canvas at Rexanna with a smirk, suggesting with just his eyes that she might not be here just for art either.