BASTIEN
'Cause you've got a mind that is so hell bent on
Fixing me up before I get my coat off
Understanding didn't mean he liked it, though, and as Wessex turned his question back on him, he swallowed hard to consider it. Really, honestly? He couldn't think of anyone else that was immediately suitable...other than...again...himself, but he desperately didn't want to do it. Oh, why wasn't Rexanna still around? She was always ready to take charge, to protect, to lead; Bastien wished for his wife's spirit many times a day, but in that moment he felt the pull more intensely than he usually did.
Though, as he thought of her, something did come to him: maybe she would want me to do this.
Sighing, he pushed a hand through his hair and finally spoke. "I hope this will not come as a display of egotism. I know I am hardly humble, but believe me when I say I would not be suggesting this if I did not think it the best choice - I have a good base in the community here. I know the Grounds well, I have had a hand in forming it's current self, I like to believe I am amenable to most people. Perhaps I should take on the responsibility - though I would never want the title King." He pulled a face at that. "Ultimately, it is your decision to make, but I think there are few people left here that have experience with the rest of the world...most of them have left for places they've found, once they get out there."
But he'd always stayed, loyal to where he'd landed and found a home, and he'd stay there to protect it if he had to.
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
