[seasonal event] blindsided

Bastien watched out of the corner of his eye as she leaned up over him. He could be happy like this forever, he thought, laid in the back room of a party with a beautiful woman next to him. From her hair pouring down her shoulder to her blue eyes that seemed so wonderful, so pigmented compared to his own dark brown ones. And rarely for Bastien it extended beyond a physical attraction; he found Rexanna's spirit refreshing, similar to his own but different in the right ways. He realised he had been considering her for far too long and was relieved when she broke the moment to ask if she could lay on his chest. Immediately he smiled and nodded, taking her in his arms and holding her steady against him. One of his hands slowly raised to stroke her hair away from her face, run his fingers through it. It was surprisingly tame for him, almost a domestic action, one done without thought. "...So..." Bastien found his mind wandering, considering their origins. "We are both strangers to this world. Or, we were. And now I find I have been here so long I am almost...getting used to it. Mio Dio. What if we both grow old here? I suppose you might not miss your old world, hm? But I miss mine badly...ah, forgive me. I'm rambling." Bastien Push back, push back, push back, With every word and every breath. What god doesn't give to you, You've got to go and get for yourself.