BASTIEN
I used to be an angry man, I wanted things that weren’t mine
At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
Bastien did not need to sleep now that he was Ascended, but he had always been one for physical pleasures, and what else could one call sleep? Still, he found it was much easier to wake whenever he wanted to since he had changed without feeling tired. At fifteen paces in the sand I left that all behind
He woke this time not from his own will however, but from the feeling of Rexanna sitting up beside him. Bastien opened his eyes and lazily smiled, watching her quietly for a moment. It was moments like this, when the dim orange light of the setting sun through the curtains lit her features, that he thought she looked the most beautiful. He had hardly noticed when she had lost her glamour magic, because that had not been what he had found most attractive. No, that was the turn of her lips when she truly smiled, the way her hair fell on her face so gently when it came undone, the tone of her voice when she was telling him of something true.
WIth a happy mumbling hum, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her hips, his face buried somewhere in her outer thigh. "Good morning, cara." He spoke into her skin, the sound muffled.
Now my spirits rise when she turns out the bedroom light
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
I gently haunt my lover in the cold and tender night
