and i watch in wonder, hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
She believes him, whether or not it’s true. Whatever experiences Bastien took her through did change her in more ways than one. So she has little to believe that it wouldn’t work when the day was done. And so she follows him, easily, hand in his as he parts the sea of people to bring her to their first stop while she teases him as she always does. “Exactly.” She chimes, flashing him a grin and a soft laugh, drawing quiet as they continued to cross the city.
At his laugh and the point he’s made, she playfully rolls her eyes to him. “The grand and noble are great in doses. You know this.” Her attention is entirely on him before he requests she drop it to the ground – and so she does, dark hair creating a curtain to keep her vision from seeing the building before he’s ready for her to.
Luckily, it doesn’t take long – they stop and her head lifts, hair slipping back into place as she lays her eyes on it. At first, she doesn’t know what to say, staring at the arched windows, the columns that also edge in an arch. It is grand, it is rather beautiful, and the smile that spreads across her face as her reaching for Bastien’s arm, intertwining her hand with his and leaning into him. “This is beautiful, Bastien.” She murmurs softly, gaze soaking up all of it, speechless in her attempts to say anything else. It's grand, it's noble, that's for sure - but it's so different from what she was used to back home that this doesn't carry the same weight, the same connotations. And she'll absolutely take it.
At his laugh and the point he’s made, she playfully rolls her eyes to him. “The grand and noble are great in doses. You know this.” Her attention is entirely on him before he requests she drop it to the ground – and so she does, dark hair creating a curtain to keep her vision from seeing the building before he’s ready for her to.
Luckily, it doesn’t take long – they stop and her head lifts, hair slipping back into place as she lays her eyes on it. At first, she doesn’t know what to say, staring at the arched windows, the columns that also edge in an arch. It is grand, it is rather beautiful, and the smile that spreads across her face as her reaching for Bastien’s arm, intertwining her hand with his and leaning into him. “This is beautiful, Bastien.” She murmurs softly, gaze soaking up all of it, speechless in her attempts to say anything else. It's grand, it's noble, that's for sure - but it's so different from what she was used to back home that this doesn't carry the same weight, the same connotations. And she'll absolutely take it.
storm in the sky, fire in the street
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
