BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
As they walked Rexanna spoke of the price she had had to pay, but vaguely. No details given, the absence of finer points blatant and worrying. If she could not even speak of it to him when they were alone on the street, how bad must it have been? Looking her over, she seemed physically as beautiful and well as ever and he hadn't noticed any change in her that couldn't be explained by sadness...Bastien frowned and looked her over for most of the journey, fantasizing nightmares under her clothes.your grace is wasted in your face
He shook his head as he stepped through the threshold of the door. "It is a small price to pay, as it is unlikely I would actually fight in her wars anyway...if she has any. Who to fight against? The Fae are hardly hurting us." Not that that means anything to an invader, his cynical mind pointed out, but he tried to forget it for now.
Bastien turned to Rexanna in the corridor and as soon as the door was shut, took her into his arms, one around her waist and the other on her shoulders with his hand in her hair, stroking fondly. "...I am worried about what it is you have done." He mumbled out into the room, before sighing and kissing her forehead. "For a fool like me."
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
