like salt in the sea

BASTIEN i am the remedy to your heart, Bastien was surprised to hear that he had somehow made it through as many conversations with Deimos as he had without mentioning Venice; he sometimes thought, even though he usually wasn't all that homesick nowadays, that he spoke of his old home too much. "Yes. A city in a country called Italy, on my world Earth. A beautiful place, but not without it's problems. Perhaps...less obvious than the problems here, though." While he could have called the various monarchies and systems monstrous, they didn't appear with literal claws and teeth in the night. Had Deimos voiced his thoughts, Bastien would have dedicated quite a bit of time to telling him just how and why he was attractive; perhaps it was better for Deimos' comfort that it didn't come up, because Bastien never backed down when it came to building someone else up. "Yes, she had those in abundance." He smiled, pressing a delicate curl of clay into the edge of the shelf and pressing water around it to blend it into the structure. "I cannot wait until my time comes to see her again. I will not speed it along, don't worry, but...there is a true peace in my eventual death knowing that that reunion follows after." I am the carbon collected. I am the printed upon your stars.