[seasonal event] blindsided

"Ah! Everyone calls me old here. But I would challenge any of them to tell me I wasn't the most handsome man in the bubble!" He was mostly joking but there was a little bit of hurt pride in there. He had been called 'old' ever since he'd landed here by Edy and Phoebe and several others. Still, he knew Rexanna was only teasing so he laughed and rolled his eyes to show he wasn't seriously offended. Returning to Italy as a fresh version of Christ was definitely something that appealed to him. He could just see it now: coming down the stairs of the sanctuary clothed in gold and sparkling jewels with the sun hitting him just right, the people bowing to his feet and kissing his hands; thrilled to see their saviour return. Of course, they would have been worshipping his image for years and would immediately recognise him. "I hope that is the case, cara." It would certainly make all of his struggles here worth it. Bastien lifted his hand to gently stroke along Rexanna's jaw, considering her words. "Mmm. And I shall miss your charm and beauty. It is rare to meet a woman so fluid, so wonderfully made." He wasn't really sure how to sum up what it was he liked about Rexanna, but it was in her whole soul, the way she was as a person and not one single element. He pushed his fingers up into her hair and stroked down again, slowly letting the hair sift through. "Perhaps I should not wish so for home if it would mean losing the company of one such as you." 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.