dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
Things are off to a great start. In the blink of an eye, the shadows are upon them, lurching for Bastien – claws outstretched and slicing and slicing, and she’s thankful that they can’t feel pain. Thankful still they haven’t gone that far from the Temple. She can’t do much against the shadows, she can’t even see them as they appear, and they’re gone before she can accurately react. So in the darkness, she pulls Bastien’s hand to her chest, aiming to find his face. “Go back to the Temple. Look for Loren, he might be able to heal you. I’ll go.” She says it quick, rushed, hoping he doesn’t try to argue the point with her.
They don’t have time.
And she wants him safe.
They haven’t gone far, and she hopes that he can make it back okay. And without saying a word, she squeezes his hand tight enough to convey everything she has. “I love you, be safe, I’ll be okay.” Before she helps him just enough to get near the Temple that she feels comfortable leaving him again – and she sets out once more to approach the meet up.
They don’t have time.
And she wants him safe.
They haven’t gone far, and she hopes that he can make it back okay. And without saying a word, she squeezes his hand tight enough to convey everything she has. “I love you, be safe, I’ll be okay.” Before she helps him just enough to get near the Temple that she feels comfortable leaving him again – and she sets out once more to approach the meet up.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
