Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
Rexanna had always been so forgiving of his dramatics; where others might have told him to stop his stories at a time like this she seemed to understand them for the comfort they were meant to be. "She inhibits our whole bodies, can instil anything in us. I am sure, cara, that she will be able to help you." He had to have that faith, or he would despair.
Gently he stroked her hair the way he always did, hoping that the familiarity might bring her some comfort. It was important to him she knew that this did not change anything about them. He loved her and always would, he would just need to do some more paintings, invest in new colours for her eyes.
"Samuel?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice. "I am surprised you can stand to be in the same place as him right now. Do you not think it's best to let him go by himself, since The Voice will surely wish to punish him? Either way I must come with you." Normally Bastien did not insist on anything with Rexanna, but he had to be there. To beg The Voice for her healing if she would not give it willingly, to carry Rexanna there if she needed it.
Gently he stroked her hair the way he always did, hoping that the familiarity might bring her some comfort. It was important to him she knew that this did not change anything about them. He loved her and always would, he would just need to do some more paintings, invest in new colours for her eyes.
"Samuel?" He asked, confusion clear in his voice. "I am surprised you can stand to be in the same place as him right now. Do you not think it's best to let him go by himself, since The Voice will surely wish to punish him? Either way I must come with you." Normally Bastien did not insist on anything with Rexanna, but he had to be there. To beg The Voice for her healing if she would not give it willingly, to carry Rexanna there if she needed it.
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