Tyrants help build us

Bastien

How you lost your mind,
and your wrists got bruised

Bastien couldn't help the smirk on his lips and the wiggle of his eyebrows. "The tools to learn anatomy, hm? Well, I have done some modelling before." Laughing, he flexed an arm and posed, puffing his chest out and tilting his chin up before falling back down into a normal position. "I have absolutely everything you could need and all the time in the world to teach - you are welcome." He'd taught everyone from absolute beginners to experienced artists and was always ready to take on more students.

Could a group of cobbled together dreamers even hope to hold back the events set in motion by the Gods? Bastien really had no idea, but it was the kind of romantic ideal he'd always liked, and if they did succeed, they'd need a good artist to paint their portraits after.

"I will help. Let me know when you want to gather and I will be there - I could try and ask people that come in if they would be interested too. Get them invested in peace before they can be seduced away by those interested in war." He sighed, pressing his hands together, thinking of the Order, of the friends gone to it. "When I first came here, I thought I had escaped the divides of my home. I didn't - the names just changed."

And you wanted better love,
well it's sleeping in your bedroom