BASTIEN
"I do not think anyone could blame you for not drawing as much during this last season. It has been...difficult. As they often are." Bastien sighed, testing the paper quality of the sketchbook between his thumb and finger before he handed it to Oliver (odd how his standards had changed; in Venice he would have returned these books. Now, he thought they were fine).
He traced his fingers over the cover of the book that Oliver had left, looking to him and raising an eyebrow to ask permission to open it. An artist's sketchbook could be a very private place indeed and he would not delve in without Oliver's consent; he had to admit though that he was curious. "A perfect season or no, it's good to have a space in which to explore."
Sitting down with a pencil, he opened his own book and began to draw immediately, doodling circles and sun patterns across the page, intricate designs spreading between the lines. "I can tell you what I know. It is a Fae myth, one that only spread to our traditions in the last year - but the people here like their rituals. They keep things organised among all the chaos."
The patterned lines of his sun rays began to curl around the handle of a basket at the bottom of the page. "The Fae believe if we find a way to capture the sun, say...it's reflection in a basket, or in a painting, or any other way we can think of, then we may extend the long days of warmth further. After Longnight, I believe we all want the Longheat to last forever."
He traced his fingers over the cover of the book that Oliver had left, looking to him and raising an eyebrow to ask permission to open it. An artist's sketchbook could be a very private place indeed and he would not delve in without Oliver's consent; he had to admit though that he was curious. "A perfect season or no, it's good to have a space in which to explore."
Sitting down with a pencil, he opened his own book and began to draw immediately, doodling circles and sun patterns across the page, intricate designs spreading between the lines. "I can tell you what I know. It is a Fae myth, one that only spread to our traditions in the last year - but the people here like their rituals. They keep things organised among all the chaos."
The patterned lines of his sun rays began to curl around the handle of a basket at the bottom of the page. "The Fae believe if we find a way to capture the sun, say...it's reflection in a basket, or in a painting, or any other way we can think of, then we may extend the long days of warmth further. After Longnight, I believe we all want the Longheat to last forever."
Some people can't get success with their art
Some people never feel love in their heart
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
Some people can't tell the two things apart
But I keep rollin' on
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