We could watch the waves
We could watch the sky
Bastien laughed as he thought of his students in Venice reacting to this news - first, that he was married, Bastien the great bohemian lover, who had rejected all appearance of commitment in favour for the shared lust of the commune; second that he was now a technical part of a royal family. He who had loudly and unapologetically had denounced any type of ancient authority, any kind of power derived from birthright.
But things changed, he supposed. Perhaps more than anything else, that was what he ought of have taught his students. That life had a way of altering everything around you and ultimately, you had to move with it.
He took the bread, dipping it in his wine (old habit, one he had to curb in polite society) and chewing as he looked out over the water, nodding to Rexanna's words. "Yes, eyes first. And...ah. There is something I would like to discuss with you, love." Bastien sounded almost anxious, an unusual speed behind his words. "You like Pittore, yes? Our new little friend in the studio?"
But things changed, he supposed. Perhaps more than anything else, that was what he ought of have taught his students. That life had a way of altering everything around you and ultimately, you had to move with it.
He took the bread, dipping it in his wine (old habit, one he had to curb in polite society) and chewing as he looked out over the water, nodding to Rexanna's words. "Yes, eyes first. And...ah. There is something I would like to discuss with you, love." Bastien sounded almost anxious, an unusual speed behind his words. "You like Pittore, yes? Our new little friend in the studio?"
Or just sit and wait
As the time ticks by
BASTIEN
Base Code by Sky!
