BASTIEN
I have late night conversations
with the moon.
There was such a thing as overworking a piece of art, so as Rexanna considered the similarities of their two lives Bastien decided he was done working on his own image and placed it next to hers to dry, putting the brushes back in the pot of water to wash off (they would bend against the bottom of the pot, but he didn't care too much in that moment. They were the small and less-quality ones anyway. He was sure Remi wasn't busy at all and could make him some new ones if needed).
His hand went to rest over hers on his arm, Bastien moving in to lean close and press his face into the crook of her neck. "I have felt for a while we might be kindred spirits. I am glad I was right." He mumbled against her skin, closing his eyes for a moment just to revel in being close to her.
A few close, quiet moments would pass if she let him stay close, then he pulled away with clear hesitance and turned back to the basket. "I did bring one more thing." He informed her then reached into the basket, brought out a bottle of deep red juice and a bag containing two pastries. "I realised most of the times we have been together alcohol has been involved, and well. I did not want you think I was trying to ply you into this. So I have brought us juice, they tell me made from berries, and some sweets from the bakery. For a nighttime picnic."
Passing one of the pastries to her, he held the neck of the bottle and shrugged. "I am afraid that despite my comments last time we met, we must drink this from the bottle. I did not have room for the glasses and did not want them to break. Hopefully you will not be too upset at having to share it with me." He winked at her, sure that after the things they'd done it would not be an issue, then tipped up the bottle to his lips. He raised his eyebrows, surprised and happy when the taste was tart enough to activate even his newly-numb tastebuds a little.
His hand went to rest over hers on his arm, Bastien moving in to lean close and press his face into the crook of her neck. "I have felt for a while we might be kindred spirits. I am glad I was right." He mumbled against her skin, closing his eyes for a moment just to revel in being close to her.
A few close, quiet moments would pass if she let him stay close, then he pulled away with clear hesitance and turned back to the basket. "I did bring one more thing." He informed her then reached into the basket, brought out a bottle of deep red juice and a bag containing two pastries. "I realised most of the times we have been together alcohol has been involved, and well. I did not want you think I was trying to ply you into this. So I have brought us juice, they tell me made from berries, and some sweets from the bakery. For a nighttime picnic."
Passing one of the pastries to her, he held the neck of the bottle and shrugged. "I am afraid that despite my comments last time we met, we must drink this from the bottle. I did not have room for the glasses and did not want them to break. Hopefully you will not be too upset at having to share it with me." He winked at her, sure that after the things they'd done it would not be an issue, then tipped up the bottle to his lips. He raised his eyebrows, surprised and happy when the taste was tart enough to activate even his newly-numb tastebuds a little.
he tells me about the sun,
and i tell him about you.
REXANNA
