BASTIEN
Move aside, everyone, the champion of mourning was here.
Possibly not the healthiest attitude to take, but Bastien had always been a slave to his desire for extravagance and flair; when it came to Rexanna, to preserving her memory, he was always going to go all out for it. After all, anything less would imply that her memory did not deserve his best, and he could not take that!
And so he had crafted what he might humbly call his masterpiece. A lantern about as tall as he was, so large it had to be lit with a lantern that had once been a streetlight inside; each side painted with a mural celebrating Rexanna or some part of her life and their life together. Little stars cut into the wax cloth shone out lights and the metal finishing gleamed from how often he had polished and perfected it.
...Of course, he had had to transport it all the way from the Hollowed Grounds to the Citadel, having used a trolley with wheels and a lot of patience. It had taken on a bit of damage. He had covered it from the snow, but inevitably some parts of it were dented and small patches of wet clung to the bottom. Still, it was far more impressive than anyone else's heartfelt tribute to lost loved ones, so he lit it and beamed as he dared anyone to deny his wife the title of 'most loved spirit' this night.
Possibly not the healthiest attitude to take, but Bastien had always been a slave to his desire for extravagance and flair; when it came to Rexanna, to preserving her memory, he was always going to go all out for it. After all, anything less would imply that her memory did not deserve his best, and he could not take that!
And so he had crafted what he might humbly call his masterpiece. A lantern about as tall as he was, so large it had to be lit with a lantern that had once been a streetlight inside; each side painted with a mural celebrating Rexanna or some part of her life and their life together. Little stars cut into the wax cloth shone out lights and the metal finishing gleamed from how often he had polished and perfected it.
...Of course, he had had to transport it all the way from the Hollowed Grounds to the Citadel, having used a trolley with wheels and a lot of patience. It had taken on a bit of damage. He had covered it from the snow, but inevitably some parts of it were dented and small patches of wet clung to the bottom. Still, it was far more impressive than anyone else's heartfelt tribute to lost loved ones, so he lit it and beamed as he dared anyone to deny his wife the title of 'most loved spirit' this night.
Fade to the close-up
We're gonna stay naive tonight
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