i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She imagines it won’t be instant, that there would be some work involved if it were to be something that’s possible. It helps relieve some of the worry within her about the entire ordeal, shifting toward focusing on tasks that they can be given rather than the idea of it may have been like when she was abandoned. And she has Bastien there with her, ever her pillar of comfort and acceptance for the whims of her soul when she grows too anxious about something here or there.
And with Pittore there, a guiding figure that perhaps they’d make great parents, she can’t help but to want it more and more every day. She does, however, recall the time when she’d Ascended and the Voice had told her she had to give it up. Would her goddess be upset she’d changed her mind? Or were it because of the man at her side that had made her realize that she might not be so bad at it as she thinks she might be, that they might be able to avoid the entire ordeal with birthing said child because of her own past experiences?
She can’t tell, but she follows Bastien anyway, hand in hand, squeezing his hand back as she looks to the shrine when Bastien kneels to pray. Her hand comes around his back, settling between his shoulder blades as she too goes to kneel before the shrine, offering her own silent prayer up to the shrine as well.
And with Pittore there, a guiding figure that perhaps they’d make great parents, she can’t help but to want it more and more every day. She does, however, recall the time when she’d Ascended and the Voice had told her she had to give it up. Would her goddess be upset she’d changed her mind? Or were it because of the man at her side that had made her realize that she might not be so bad at it as she thinks she might be, that they might be able to avoid the entire ordeal with birthing said child because of her own past experiences?
She can’t tell, but she follows Bastien anyway, hand in hand, squeezing his hand back as she looks to the shrine when Bastien kneels to pray. Her hand comes around his back, settling between his shoulder blades as she too goes to kneel before the shrine, offering her own silent prayer up to the shrine as well.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
