BASTIEN
"Ah...well...that is kind of you, but unless you could teleport Rexanna over here or heal her, there is little you can do." Bastien shrugged, a little helplessly. It was a joke but there was just a tiny bit of hope; after all he had been in Caido for a year and in that time he had seen magic and miracles like he'd never imagined possible in Venice.
He listened to Oliver talk about his drawing with a far-off smile, longing for the days when he had had troubles small enough to get rid of them in a sketchbook, drawing in a window seat overlooking the docks. There had been plenty of visitors down below on the streets who had made good unknowing subjects for his pencil and the study had always helped to calm him.
Now he felt he'd just end up drawing what he felt, which surely wouldn't help him forget it at all. "However you draw people is how you are meant to draw them right now. They will look good to many viewers, I promise you." Bastien smiled, meaning it. He had never thought much to putting down ones own art.
"Well...last Longnight I was working in the Rathskeller, but now...I do not know entirely what I will do. But I will not take away your book; an artist's sketchbook can be his most treasured place to keep secrets, after all." He did wish he'd brought something for himself, though. "Are you here with anyone? This sort of time is always much better with friends or a lover, someone to help you through."
He listened to Oliver talk about his drawing with a far-off smile, longing for the days when he had had troubles small enough to get rid of them in a sketchbook, drawing in a window seat overlooking the docks. There had been plenty of visitors down below on the streets who had made good unknowing subjects for his pencil and the study had always helped to calm him.
Now he felt he'd just end up drawing what he felt, which surely wouldn't help him forget it at all. "However you draw people is how you are meant to draw them right now. They will look good to many viewers, I promise you." Bastien smiled, meaning it. He had never thought much to putting down ones own art.
"Well...last Longnight I was working in the Rathskeller, but now...I do not know entirely what I will do. But I will not take away your book; an artist's sketchbook can be his most treasured place to keep secrets, after all." He did wish he'd brought something for himself, though. "Are you here with anyone? This sort of time is always much better with friends or a lover, someone to help you through."
You standing beside me
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
I'm going to push back, push back, push back
With every word and every breath
