and all the people say, you can't wake up, this is not a dream
you're part of a machine,
Of course, whether Bastien thought Rexanna was tired of hearing about it or not, she wasn’t. She was simply happy he still had passion for a task that he always had. And while she wasn’t particularly a good painter, she could still at least show up to help wherever she could. Along with it, she invited Clemente along, the newcomer she has yet to have meet the rest of their little Ascended family.
More specifically, her own. And if anyone should know, likely her husband should.
So she brings Clemente out into the night, swift along the streets until she meets the meet up place. And without a bit of warning, she spots the other man who’s already arrived. She hasn’t seen him before, but she gives him a wide fanged smile of greeting, before she slips over to Bastien’s side and steps on her tip toes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it.” She says lightly by way of greeting, before she gives her husband space, going to stand somewhere in between the painter and Oliver, before shooting Clemente an encouraging glance and smile.
More specifically, her own. And if anyone should know, likely her husband should.
So she brings Clemente out into the night, swift along the streets until she meets the meet up place. And without a bit of warning, she spots the other man who’s already arrived. She hasn’t seen him before, but she gives him a wide fanged smile of greeting, before she slips over to Bastien’s side and steps on her tip toes to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. “Wouldn’t miss it.” She says lightly by way of greeting, before she gives her husband space, going to stand somewhere in between the painter and Oliver, before shooting Clemente an encouraging glance and smile.
you are not a human being
well my heart is gold and my hands are cold
REXANNA
