Bastien listened to Rexanna speak as he blocked in the rest of the room, the shadows cast by the couch and the moonlight coming in through the window, the way it illuminated her hip and made the dress sparkle...but despite his work, he paid rapt attention. It was rare he found someone so intelligent and eloquent to explain the world to him (because even Bastien would admit he did not spend much time in reality).
Targeted? He raised an eyebrow, tried to think if he had seen any physical signs of an attack on her. Nothing, as far as he could tell, but his alert rose. Perhaps he had to look after her in the coming weeks, if this tension rose any more....he had seen this kind of unrest in Europe, and it usually ended with a head coming off. "You do not strike me as the kind of lady to just let a point go." He commented when she looked towards him with a wonderfully fierce smile, immediately changing the expression on the portrait to reflect it.
He only knew Rory through one rather awkward meeting, had never heard of 'Deimos' at all, but still nodded along. "It seems that no matter what we all say, those who want to will go to the Spire and those who object will fight. And...I fear there shall be some bloodshed, before the end of it."
Washing his brush and changing to a larger one to add in a wash of dark blue, he tilted his head one way then the other. "This is why I began the Artist's guild now. People need the joy of a good image in dark times. It is why you find the best stories in the worst times of history...perhaps you can use your position, stuck in the middle, to make a statement of some kind. I do not think I have the reputation to do it, but...you are good at speaking, cara. Understand the people."
Targeted? He raised an eyebrow, tried to think if he had seen any physical signs of an attack on her. Nothing, as far as he could tell, but his alert rose. Perhaps he had to look after her in the coming weeks, if this tension rose any more....he had seen this kind of unrest in Europe, and it usually ended with a head coming off. "You do not strike me as the kind of lady to just let a point go." He commented when she looked towards him with a wonderfully fierce smile, immediately changing the expression on the portrait to reflect it.
He only knew Rory through one rather awkward meeting, had never heard of 'Deimos' at all, but still nodded along. "It seems that no matter what we all say, those who want to will go to the Spire and those who object will fight. And...I fear there shall be some bloodshed, before the end of it."
Washing his brush and changing to a larger one to add in a wash of dark blue, he tilted his head one way then the other. "This is why I began the Artist's guild now. People need the joy of a good image in dark times. It is why you find the best stories in the worst times of history...perhaps you can use your position, stuck in the middle, to make a statement of some kind. I do not think I have the reputation to do it, but...you are good at speaking, cara. Understand the people."
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
