Bastien
How you lost your mind,
and your wrists got bruised
"I am. Come in, let's sit down. I could do with a break from staring at that anyway." He said, tilting his head towards the canvas. Guiding Isla to the couches in the main room, behind the closed curtain for Ascended comfort away from the sun, he sat down and stretched out over one of them, gesturing for her to take the other. "Please, tell me what you need."
And you wanted better love,
well it's sleeping in your bedroom
well it's sleeping in your bedroom