BASTIEN
I have late night conversations
with the moon.
"We must all escape to barbarism sometimes, I think. Humans were not designed to always be polite company." He tipped the bottle back down and passed it to her, thinking that in that moment (sat in the starlight under a wind-swept tree, sat on a beautifully embroidered blanket, drinking from a glass bottle and both very good looking) they must have looked like a renaissance painting.
He took a bite of the pastry and smiled -- it was not dissimilar to the Sfogliatella from home, at least the casing itself. Bastien had not realised until he had come here just how much he had loved the food of his home, how much he missed it. Even if he couldn't taste this fully it was a welcome trip back. "Yes. I was delighted to find the shop."
As he ate and Rexanna drank he looked out into the distance, unsure if he was seeing past the barrier or not at this distance (he thought he could see a faint green place with the same lights, so perhaps). "Sometimes..." He began to say, in a quiet and almost uncharacteristically nervous voice, "I worry that when the barrier falls, or at some other point, those of us who appeared here could just as easily return home. And as much as I loved Venice...I have things to lose here now."
With these last words he placed a gentle hand on her knee.
He took a bite of the pastry and smiled -- it was not dissimilar to the Sfogliatella from home, at least the casing itself. Bastien had not realised until he had come here just how much he had loved the food of his home, how much he missed it. Even if he couldn't taste this fully it was a welcome trip back. "Yes. I was delighted to find the shop."
As he ate and Rexanna drank he looked out into the distance, unsure if he was seeing past the barrier or not at this distance (he thought he could see a faint green place with the same lights, so perhaps). "Sometimes..." He began to say, in a quiet and almost uncharacteristically nervous voice, "I worry that when the barrier falls, or at some other point, those of us who appeared here could just as easily return home. And as much as I loved Venice...I have things to lose here now."
With these last words he placed a gentle hand on her knee.
he tells me about the sun,
and i tell him about you.
REXANNA
