am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
She slips the lid in place while he prepares what he plans to in order to keep the worm alive. She hopes for not much longer, hoping that perhaps soon enough she can take him and Loren to the Voice and get her eyes fixed, to see again, to enjoy the art and beauty of the world, and to think twice when it came to reckless endangerment. She’s just about as surprised as he is from her asking the question, that he agrees, and she leans against the tank slightly to ensure her location to focus on him, far more seriousness crossing her face.
“There is another thing.” She pauses. “Wessex told me the portal in the Spire is open. It can take us to Halo.” A mental note, but she’d heard it. She just… Wants to go after she gets her eyes, after she can see again. Because what would be the point in facing the dangers of a new land, a new world, when she couldn’t see the dangers lurking in the shadows? She can’t even feel the cold anyway, how would she know if she were to get lost somewhere never to be found again?
She moves back from the tank when he lifts it, aiming to head back to her home where they could place it in the Artist’s Sanctuary, hidden away with a cloth more than likely. She lingers by him, a hand feather light on his shoulder should he let her so he can guide her back home. “I won’t go there until I can see… But I’d like to once I can.” She offers quietly, hoping that the information is well received, that he’d understand.
“There is another thing.” She pauses. “Wessex told me the portal in the Spire is open. It can take us to Halo.” A mental note, but she’d heard it. She just… Wants to go after she gets her eyes, after she can see again. Because what would be the point in facing the dangers of a new land, a new world, when she couldn’t see the dangers lurking in the shadows? She can’t even feel the cold anyway, how would she know if she were to get lost somewhere never to be found again?
She moves back from the tank when he lifts it, aiming to head back to her home where they could place it in the Artist’s Sanctuary, hidden away with a cloth more than likely. She lingers by him, a hand feather light on his shoulder should he let her so he can guide her back home. “I won’t go there until I can see… But I’d like to once I can.” She offers quietly, hoping that the information is well received, that he’d understand.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
