like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Normally, when a project was set for the day and he had plans to work upon it, Bastien would wake excited and ready to begin, eager to pull out his materials and create. Today that was not the case. While what they were making together was important and no doubt would be beautiful, he knew it would be taxing on his soul. More than anything else, even more than the portraits or her hairbrush on the bedroom table or her dresses in the wardrobe, this would fill the house with Rexanna's sprit, a surefire way nowadays to crush his own. Still, he had promised Deimos he would do this, and it was the right thing to do. The knock on the door signalled that time had begun and he stepped away from where he had been laying out supplies to answer it, a smile on his face nonetheless. "Deimos! It is good to see you. Do come in, I was just getting together the last of what we will need." On the table there were paints, clay and trinkets; some of them things Rexanna had owned, others things that Bastien had collected that she would have liked. Gold was present throughout all the items and in the centre, in a dull metallic frame, a portrait of Rexanna was ready to be hung. "Have you brought anything to go within the memorial?" I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.