like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Bastien was in the middle of forming a tight spiral that would be a vine's end when Deimos told him of his dream; he looked over and smiled, his eyes soft and for a moment, threatening to spill over with sudden tears. He had control over himself and his emotions though and was able to fight them back, nodding. "I had my own dream of her. I took her around Venice; I am not entirely sure they are only dreams. After all, we know her soul is still here somewhere, with the Voice. I speak to her every night, with the thought she may be able to hear me." He was sure it would appear the picture of tragedy, him in bed each night talking to a painting on the side table, but he'd actually begun to look forward to the 'conversations' with Rexanna. He was surprised but happy to see Deimos making jokes about the situation with Amalia; Bastien of course suspected it was a way to cover up internal pain, but he felt it spoke of some strength and progress around the event. "Well, of course that too, but you know me: Always concerned with the aesthetic first. You see, you draw people in with your handsome face and good manner...then you show the personality, which seals the deal." Bastien winked. "The beginning of everything, as far as I have experienced, is a physical, optical attraction. We look and we see something we like...Rexanna came into my studio with her hair down and her smile, and I was gone." I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.