you are a fairytale

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Bastien was painting something simple and easy, his canvas leaned up on his knee as he sipped from a tall glass of something alcoholic. He really had to ask Remi for more drinks, but he hadn't seen him around lately...he did so hope the little alchemist wasn't dead. Besides, it didn't quite mean the same thing to him anymore now that he could no longer get drunk. His painting was beginning to take the form of flowers curving around a figure, someone dark and masculine, cupping the yellow buds in their hands. It was not his usual fare, far more vague than he usually painted, but it was really a backdrop for his thoughts. Suddenly there was a mighty tremor that ran through his home, Bastien looking up just in time to see a vase he had bought at the Settlement teeter on it's axis and swing down to the ground, shatter. He looked up out of the window...he couldn't quite work out what, but something had happened. The sky looked different somehow. The Spire. Was his first thought. Rexanna. Was his second. From what he knew of Rexanna, he knew she was the kind of lady who was at the middle of most things, and she'd had an interest in this situation. It was likely she was there, and he did not like the implication of the shaking. His painting left with the paintbrush flung across it as he leapt up (bright white staining the canvas, striking right through the figure) he ran out of the door and as fast as he could, towards the Spire. It was the first time he truly felt the power of his new Ascended legs, his increased strength and speed; it seemed like he was at the Spire before he'd even really considered the route he was going to take. When he did arrive, there was a chaos there he had not seen the likes of before. People celebrating, despairing, yelling; some had gone inside, they said. He grabbed arms and demanded to know where Rexanna was. He got several blank stares before one person said what he feared most: "She went into the Spire after them." He ran. Towards the Spire until his eyes fixed on Rexanna's body, just the glimpse of her hair and an arm enough to make him want to scream. Finally he was next to her, his eyes scanning her and hands coming to cup at her cheeks. She was cold. "Cara. Rexanna. I am here. Tell me what hurts you, please." Bastien didn't know what he would do, but it was good to know what problem he had to solve. I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.