they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"Ooohhh. And I suppose I cannot ask who this client was?" He asked, with a knowing smile; Bastien loved his gossip, but he knew people of Maeve's profession were often tied with vows of silence. "Honestly though, I have been taking physical connection as it turns up, but I am not concerned with seeking it out so much nowadays. I love to paint and the Voice took away the drive for those things...with my wife away, I just let it happen when it does." He shrugged.Bastien hadn't seen Phoebe in quite a long time (something he wasn't necessarily sad about) - that she'd moved on wasn't surprising, though. "I thought it seemed odd. Do you enjoy running the place, then? You still see customers yourself?" Once he'd gotten senior enough authority in his Artist's Sanctuary in Venice, all commissions had been given down to his students, but he supposed this was a little different.
Tracing the outline of her body with his pencil in the air, he went to transfer it to canvas. "Ah. And the news of this war doesn't worry you?"
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