am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
He bumps his shoulder into hers, and she clings to him as he guides her, able to hold the tank and her own attention, abilities to take her home with the worm, to ensure that the pieces are put together well enough that she might be able to gather her sight once more. And she listens, diligently, when he tells her that they will explore. She wants to do it together, wants to be a part of it all – after having opened the Mathair one – when apparently it wasn’t even necessary, that the lives lost with the Fae were unneeded, that the tree didn’t need to die in order to get there. That they could have with the Portal in their own land alone?
It made her feel a deep set sorrow that she didn’t know where to place the blame. In the end, she puts it on herself – she always does, rather wishing to bear it rather than put it on someone else. And while they walk back to her home, to the Artist’s Sanctuary, her arm in the crook of his elbow while he holds the tank with a surprisingly calm worm in it, she nods in response. “Of course.” Because how could she not tell him? If anything, he deserved to know more than some of the others.
That mountains were out there, waiting for them.
It made her feel a deep set sorrow that she didn’t know where to place the blame. In the end, she puts it on herself – she always does, rather wishing to bear it rather than put it on someone else. And while they walk back to her home, to the Artist’s Sanctuary, her arm in the crook of his elbow while he holds the tank with a surprisingly calm worm in it, she nods in response. “Of course.” Because how could she not tell him? If anything, he deserved to know more than some of the others.
That mountains were out there, waiting for them.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
