BASTIEN
I'm feeling devious
You're looking glamorous
You're looking glamorous
Bastien was enjoying his newly cured life very much; with his mind cleared he had managed to clean the Sanctuary, though he found he didn't actually mind the splatters of paint from his more deranged moments across the floor and walls. He'd been happy to have Azrael back home, able to look after his child again and chat to them about everything and anything.
The only downside had been the oddly fresh knowledge of Rexanna's death. The portrait by the door was a grim reminder of what he had lost, that he had briefly regained in his hallucinations.
He had turned to what he always did for distraction: the comfort of art. With Azrael upstairs taking a nap (Ascended didn't need to sleep, but he thought it was good to teach his child the benefit of down-time), he leaned in close to the centre of a large canvas, making small concentric circles that bloomed out from it in cool colours. The knock at the door made him look up halfway through one and he walked to the entrance backwards still looking at his piece, considering the interrupted shape.
Opening the door to see Wessex he smiled and gestured for her to come in, swiftly walking back to his canvas himself. "Ah, the Queen herself! An honour. I assume you have not come to paint flowers."
The only downside had been the oddly fresh knowledge of Rexanna's death. The portrait by the door was a grim reminder of what he had lost, that he had briefly regained in his hallucinations.
He had turned to what he always did for distraction: the comfort of art. With Azrael upstairs taking a nap (Ascended didn't need to sleep, but he thought it was good to teach his child the benefit of down-time), he leaned in close to the centre of a large canvas, making small concentric circles that bloomed out from it in cool colours. The knock at the door made him look up halfway through one and he walked to the entrance backwards still looking at his piece, considering the interrupted shape.
Opening the door to see Wessex he smiled and gestured for her to come in, swiftly walking back to his canvas himself. "Ah, the Queen herself! An honour. I assume you have not come to paint flowers."
Let's get mischievous
and polyamorous
and polyamorous
