like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, There was a part of Bastien that found Deimos fascinating purely because of his relative lack of reaction to something like a leviathan; there was something undeniably admirable and well, cool, about it. Like he was a heroic warrior from a story, someone who would not crack under any pressure, who could be made into figurines for children to play with hundreds of years in the future... Of course, Deimos was a human, and losing sight of that would be unfair, but there were moments Bastien felt he was in the presence of a mythological figure. One that was willing to put aside his weapons to work on a memorial, hands used to war working on soft and delicate shapes: soon enough, the majority of the work is done, the rest of it only available after the clay had dried and been varnished, something Bastien was willing to do on his own; after all, the important part was the initial creation. "I believe we can stop there. Isn't it beautiful? Truly a fitting memorial for the women of women and Queen of Queens." Hand clasped over his heart as he looked it over, Bastien put the other on Deimos' shoulder, fixing him with a genuine smile. "Thank you, my friend. It is only so beautiful in part due to your love for her." {FIN} I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.