high hopes

As Bastien spoke, she offered him a charming grin and a small amused laugh. And she watched as he moved aside, a glow about him at her mentioning she’d heard of his church. It had to have felt good, creating something and having others you never told about it, learn about it and be interested in it. She wondered what it felt like, but she appreciated that it had caused such elation for him as he moved aside to allow her in. “Thank you.” She hummed, hurrying inside so Bastien could close the door before allowing too much of the chill in. At first, she was met with a brilliant hue of blue – a similar color to her eyes she thought as she stopped in the middle of it. It was beautiful, and she found her breath catching as she noticed the addition of the small amount of stars that danced around. Her attention slipped to the easel as he moved it, saddened a bit at the idea of interrupting him if he was busy. But he returned quickly, with two glasses in hand, and she nodded with another smile sent his way. “That would be lovely.” She began, taking another long look around before settling on Bastien again as she moved to the chairs and sat in one – one long leg crossing over the other. “I’ve heard that it’s a place of arts and pleasure, something that I’m a fan of.” She purred, her eyes finding Bastien again from her glance around the room. “I… I was recently cursed by a god and they suggested in fixing my voice that I indulge myself in some pleasure.” She began with a small, almost nervous laugh. “I heard this might be the place to find that sort of thing.” Her head tilted slightly as she leaned forward. “But I’d like to know what you intend it to be, and I apologize in advance if I’m mistaken.” She gestured around the room with her hand. It certainly looked like what she thought it did, but looks could be deceiving. And she truly didn’t want to offend. RexannA you are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs you are haunted like every holy thing.

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