high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul "Yes. Often the best art is not the stagnant portraits of nobles but the sketch of the washerwoman or the man selling scarves in the street." Bastien nodded, thinking back to hours he had had to spend fixing the poses of whining princesses or bragging dukes. He had hated every minute he'd had to spend with them, making sure their drawn faces were enough of a lie to be pleasing. She seemed to be unsure as to whether she wanted this to lead anywhere else or not and Bastien would not push her. He focused for a moment on capturing the way the light fell across her back from the window, the harsh line at odds with the softness of her figure. It gave a good contrast, and he switched between a light and dark brush in one hand deftly, practiced. The 'curse' mentioned again confused him. She had mentioned her voice before, now that it made her seem like she had dirty intentions. Was her curse simply a promiscuous nature? He certainly did not consider that to be one. More of a blessing, really. With his first rough sketch done, Bastien motioned for Rexanna to stand then came forward and gently pulled one hand up to her chest and the other to rest just under her chin serenely, and moved her feet with his own, just a slide to the left. "Lucky fellow. I'll just thank my stars I might land in that dozen." He smiled then stepped back, going to make a new sketch on the side of the canvas yet untouched. "Who was this man? I may know him. I've met many while I've been here. There are some I would warn you away from, fiore."