you are a fairytale

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, The more he noticed, the less he liked. The way she was cold, looked so drained...the marks on her neck and the blood dried and fresh on the wound, red splashed over her pale skin like a violent painting. His fingers reached to trace along the edge of the stain, his mouth just slightly open as he tried to take it in. "I don't think it is that simple..." He responded to her statement, shaking his head as he moved to pick her up. He was gentle, his hands coming underneath her slowly and his grip strong enough to hold but not to hurt; but inside an anger uncommon for Bastien was beginning to stir. Not borne from any sense of jealously or possessiveness, but from a distaste for the carelessness, the way she had been left after whoever had bit her had gone away. As he lifted her to his chest he kissed her forehead then looked out from the Spire, tried to think of where to go. "Do not worry, Rexanna. I will make it alright. And when I find the cazzo di stronzo who did this to you...they will be sorry." Bastien began to walk (slowly, so he did not jostle her too much) in the direction of the domiciles. If he took her to the infirmary he was worried he would be blamed for her condition, taken away; perhaps it was selfish but he did not want to let her go. At home he had a bed, water, food, cloth for bandages, everything he needed to make her right. Wanting to keep her speaking, he gently looked down as they passed the discarded camps at the base of the Spire. "I know you like to be in the middle of things, but this may be a little too much, cara." I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.