BASTIEN
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
Arriving at the Theskyra house, he headed to the council room. Dressed casually as always in bright, airy clothing and with his usual tousled hair, the artist absolutely did not look the part of an advisor, but his eyes were quick and sharp, ready to deal with whatever had come up.
"Wessex. I hope nothing has gone wrong?" He asked, going to sit and raising his eyebrows at her. Bastien had hoped for at least a season past Longnight to relax, but the Grounds often didn't allow such luxuries.
You with those hands that are so hell bent on
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something
Making a mess to suggest you'd think something