Bastien
Bastien and Rexanna, as much as they didn't need to, both liked the luxury of going to bed at night. Sometimes for the obvious lewd connotations of retreating to the bedroom, but sometimes just to fall asleep together and spend some time quiet and without the ever-mounting stress of life in the Hollowed Grounds demanding things of them. (Pittore seemed to sleep for most of the day, sometimes. As the sun had gone down on this particular day, he had gone to a pile of canvases in the back to use as a bed).Spending the day working on his painting of the Voice, Bastien was standing back from it, looking it over for one more time before thinking about suggesting to Rexanna that they go upstairs. It was coming to it's completion now, the face well-sculpted in paint and only the details to add. He opened his mouth to speak, then a knock at the door made him turn to look. "Ah. Let us see who has come to visit." He said out loud, growing used to narrating what he was doing recently for Rexanna's sake.
Opening the door and seeing Wessex, for a moment he was surprised - but then he remembered how she had been so concerned for Rexanna in Longnight. With a smile, he stood back and opened the door. "It is Wessex, cara. Hopefully you do not come with bad news...?" He asked the woman entering their home.
What God doesn't give to you
You've got to go and get for yourself
