B a s t i e n
I can fit two people under my skin
Yea I can fit two people under my skin
Not that Darkeye seemed to want for courage.
Heading down the street now to his sanctuary, which was obvious from the painted patterns exploding out from the door and along the walls, bright colours and intricate designs that looped under windows and between the cobbles on the street, Bastien smiled at Darkeye's words about the power of art. "Oh, believe me, I do try. Many of the streets here bear the work of me and my students, for various events or reasons over the years. We used to have quite the thriving artistic community here...before people left, worried about the war. I'm hoping we can bring it back, eventually." Whether he was there or not.
The door was open, as it always was, but no one was inside. Bastien gestured for Darkeye to enter first. Immediately beyond the door was a staircase and to the left an opening to the studio, which Bastien waved Darkeye towards. Here, several tables in the middle bore the evidence of many works in progress of many different kinds of crafts, while easels closer to the door lifted up several paintings. "I believe we have something that might do for the moment, but I will have to speak to the blacksmith at the market for more specialised tools..." Bastien said absentmindedly, going to a storeroom at the back to look for anything appropriate.
If Darkeye was attentive to his surroundings, he might notice from behind a stack of canvases in the corner there were two small, shiny eyes watching him, seemingly too shy to come out of the shadows.
And I will prove it if you will listen
You crawl up in there and join me within
You crawl up in there and join me within
