A new World

B a s t i e n

I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin

"You are right." Bastien said simply, nodding along. He'd never really been one to advocate for bottling ones emotions up, the artist preferring to use them as inspiration and performance (which, in of itself, had it's problems). "Though I would argue that eventually, one is tired of indulging in their sadness and must enjoy what life has to offer. That I have more time to enjoy it is only a good thing, in my mind." More time to paint, to know friends, to see the world shift and change - and at the end of it all, he'd be able to go somewhere Rexanna was.

It had been so long since he'd heard anyone mention chess that he had to pause for a moment, the memory needing shaking off and polishing before it was recognisable in his mind. "Oh! Yes, I know of chess. We played it on Earth - or, at least, those that could afford the time and money for the board and pieces did. I must admit I was not very good at it. I could not really tell you that I had a specific strategy." The few times he'd been pulled into a game, usually by a rich client eager to amuse themselves with the bohemian artist, Bastien had decided his moves out of thin air and relied on luck.

He laughed suddenly at the simple, yet accurate summation of 'rich people are the worst'. "Such a statement in Venice would have marked you as a dangerous man - and a prime candidate for my Sanctuary."

Impressed by the speed Darkeye demolished the stew, Bastien gathered up the bowl and mug to put behind the bar, then headed out and back into the streets. "It is in the residential area. There used to be many people there all day, but....with the war being on everyone's minds and this being a place with many Ascended...a lot of people have left." There was a definite sadness about him when he said this that had been absent previously.

And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within