they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
He comments that they haven’t spoken since LongNight, and she nods lightly to that. How so much had changed, so much to do and work on, learn. But she pauses when he mentions he’d pissed off another goddess and woke with an affinity for flowers, some small amount of amusement lingering on her face at that. So much for the irony of that. “Safrin, I’m assuming?” A quiet question, emerald eyes lingering on him briefly before they speak of councils and roles, of living and learning from mistakes.
All she can do is snort lightly to him as he comments that he wishes he was as certain of that, doesn’t comment on it, not as he questions how married life is treating her. And well? The best she can ever hope to imagine for herself. “Wonderful.” She begins, looking out over the Glade, seeing the stones that glimmer and glow in the lowlight. “I can’t quite remember how much of my past I told you before, but Bastien is everything opposite of my first husband, and he shows it every day.” She murmurs, a faint smile blooming across her face as she looks back to Jigano. “And he has a companion now, Pittore. A lovely little creature who loves the arts as much as Bastien does.” She says with a light laugh before she shakes her head.
“And you? Aside from pissing off gods?” A dark brow lifts in quiet question.
All she can do is snort lightly to him as he comments that he wishes he was as certain of that, doesn’t comment on it, not as he questions how married life is treating her. And well? The best she can ever hope to imagine for herself. “Wonderful.” She begins, looking out over the Glade, seeing the stones that glimmer and glow in the lowlight. “I can’t quite remember how much of my past I told you before, but Bastien is everything opposite of my first husband, and he shows it every day.” She murmurs, a faint smile blooming across her face as she looks back to Jigano. “And he has a companion now, Pittore. A lovely little creature who loves the arts as much as Bastien does.” She says with a light laugh before she shakes her head.
“And you? Aside from pissing off gods?” A dark brow lifts in quiet question.
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