high hopes

BASTIEN Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul Noticing Rexanna's wandering eyes, Bastien responded with a cocky grin and a wink. Not enough people here admired his body - it had taken some work after all, and maintaining it here was difficult. He had taken to doing a series of exercises every morning when he woke up, and lifting bags filled with dirt instead of weights. "Ah, yes. I could not forget such a beauty." He smiled, though honestly he had only the vaguest recollection of her. So much had happened since that festival. He had become a 'religious' leader in the space of a few weeks; things like festivals from before had faded in his memory a little. He was simply thrilled to find out someone had heard about the church. That meant it was working, that the rumours and careful ideas he had planted around were finally catching on. It meant that soon there could be others; others meant a community. It was hard to hide the beam on his face as he stood back to let Rexanna in. "Please. Come in. There is not anything in particular going on at the moment, but you are welcome to come in and look and talk." The room she would enter was a dim blue, the air seemingly filled with stars all around, pinpricks of impossible light. A tall blue candle burnt at one end (seemingly just begun, as there was no wax dripping from it) and a few chairs and tables bore bottles and glasses, signs of previous nights spent drinking. In the middle stood a hastily constructed easel with a canvas and paints; Bastien moved this aside to walk to the back and bring out two glasses. "Could I get you a drink? And I would love to know just what you want from this Church of mine. What have you heard? I would like to know how I could help."