[Mini Event] Bastien, Remembered

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Lily is sad, but not distraught. It’s weird, right? But she’d come to a conclusion after a few weeks of staying in the Church that she and Bastien could agree on some things, but not a great many. They were artists, but different kinds of artists. The move towards turning the building into a Brothel had really pissed her off, though, and she’d never really regained a great amount of goodwill towards her host, despite his offer to let her stay without having to work in it. He didn’t know much about his lodger. He didn’t know she was, for all intents and purposes, a colonial courtesan. He didn’t know. But then again, like a typical man, he’d never asked. He just did, regardless of feelings or even knowing if he’d have women willing to work in his place. A 'good, fair deal.’ Ha! He had no idea what kind of labor went into sex work - not just the physical, but the emotional, too - his version of a fair deal was likely far less fair than he thought. And so his ignorance struck her to the core, fostering a grudge she still wore on her shoulders.   Despite all this, it would be rude not to show up. Especially as its being held in her living room. As the first couple of people show up, Lily slips in from the back room, dressed in black. She doesn’t say much of anything, just takes a quiet seat and contemplates what it must be like to die here, to leave everyone on Earth behind and just… disappear into thin air. No one will remember them after a couple of decades. They will be lost ot the annals of time. How long before the people here begin to forget him? merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye