BASTIEN
Rexanna's question caught him a little off guard, but he supposed it was natural she was curious. He had only mentioned this before in the briefest ways, purposefully in passing, though he wasn't quite sure why - it made sense she wished to know more now that he'd elaborated. "Well...I left my parents when I was barely thirteen and in that bull-headed stage of growing up where I believed them to be idiots." He laughed, though it was a little sad.
"We did not see eye to eye on many things. They thought my dreams of becoming a painter were foolish; they wanted me to work hard at the gardens, as they had done and their parents before them, find myself a wife from our home lands, give them grandchildren..." It had never been the life he had been destined to have. "Though as I grew older, and I did occasionally write to my mother...I think she understood that I was happy. But that happiness could not have come without my leaving. So..." He shrugged.
Looking off into the distance, he raised his eyebrows and clearly was unsure how to feel about his next words: "Besides, they had taken in others, after I left. I am sure they were not lonely or ill cared-for. I was not the son they needed, nor were they the people I was meant to be with. It was simply...how it was meant to be." As rambling as this answer was, it hadn't really answered Rexanna's question, but Bastien was lost in thought and did not say much more on it.
At least the memorial was here and now, not a figment of the past. "Of course. She was lost, just like the other children. A bright girl, and I am sure she will be mourned by more people than just her parents." As for their own children, waiting until the time was right, he just nodded, a little distant, and held her closer.
"We did not see eye to eye on many things. They thought my dreams of becoming a painter were foolish; they wanted me to work hard at the gardens, as they had done and their parents before them, find myself a wife from our home lands, give them grandchildren..." It had never been the life he had been destined to have. "Though as I grew older, and I did occasionally write to my mother...I think she understood that I was happy. But that happiness could not have come without my leaving. So..." He shrugged.
Looking off into the distance, he raised his eyebrows and clearly was unsure how to feel about his next words: "Besides, they had taken in others, after I left. I am sure they were not lonely or ill cared-for. I was not the son they needed, nor were they the people I was meant to be with. It was simply...how it was meant to be." As rambling as this answer was, it hadn't really answered Rexanna's question, but Bastien was lost in thought and did not say much more on it.
At least the memorial was here and now, not a figment of the past. "Of course. She was lost, just like the other children. A bright girl, and I am sure she will be mourned by more people than just her parents." As for their own children, waiting until the time was right, he just nodded, a little distant, and held her closer.
And nothing matters when we're dancing
In tatter-tatters you're entrancing
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