❝The artist is the person who makes
life more interesting or beautiful, more understandable
or mysterious, or probably,
in the best sense, more wonderful..❞
•÷±‡±±‡±÷•Bashirx✦xAlastairx✦xMcQueen•÷±‡±±‡±÷• •÷±‡±The Artist±‡±÷• •÷±‡±Son of a Witch±‡±÷•
Two years ago his lover, soulmate, the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with died around this time. Bashir had spent more than six months crying his eyes out over his lost love. He had went into depression and shut down and out from the rest of the world. His world had tuned to hell. He had wanted to use his magic to bring his lover's ghost back. But doing that would come at a price that Bashir isn't willing to pay. But out time, Bashir had spent the rest of that year trying to get better and his life back on track. He needed to get his name back out there as an artist. And he will have to get use too not having to see or have Mattius on the other side of his viewfinder.
So that's why he was on an exotic island doing a shoot of some new meat that had just entered the company. Bashir had arrived two days earlier than everyone so he could enjoy the island before work came and wouldn't allow him to roam free like he wanted too. Bash had went shopping, sight seeing, and relax at the beach. He had gotten a nice tan in two days. But now it was time to work. Okay was the day the others would be getting in and they was going to start the shoot. Bashir's alarmed went off and he mumbled he angry. He hit it off and rolled over on his back and stretched. He looked at the time and he just knew that today was going to be a bad day for him. A very bad day for him.