Bastien
I will not say: do not weep;
for not all tears are an evil.
Bastien did not move as Deimos came by; he was far away enough to be away from the door's range and that was enough. He had to be there when Rexanna came in, after all. She would likely be terrified; he knew he'd be holding her long into the week. How many times had she come back home shaking and injured, telling him of some other mission she had just had to get into, which had left her worse off.
He'd always loved her big heart, even when it hurt, and he prepared to gently tell her off again, to push the hair away from her face and tend to whatever she needed, to tell her again not to do this next time, knowing that she would--
Then Deimos brought her in. Bastien's heart fell out of his ribs and down into the floor, sunk into the Earth and his already-cold body froze.
He knew. The second he saw her, he knew.
Sounds and sights of the surrounding environment died away, a loud ringing in his ears as he instinctively reached out for her, pushing Deimos with all of his strength away without a care just to cradle his wife in his arms his entire body shaking with racking sobs he couldn't hear.
"Rexanna...amore della mia vita...come now." Gentle hands reached up to stroke her hair, strands off her forehead, a soft thumb on her cheek. "..This is not like you. A little door? No, no. That is not...that is not what could possibly..." His words became unrecognisable as they fell further into pained wails, Bastien curling closer around Rexanna, arms cradling her close and safe: he would not let any take her from him. Lips moving with impossible to know whispers of love and pain, he shut out the rest of the world.
He'd always loved her big heart, even when it hurt, and he prepared to gently tell her off again, to push the hair away from her face and tend to whatever she needed, to tell her again not to do this next time, knowing that she would--
Then Deimos brought her in. Bastien's heart fell out of his ribs and down into the floor, sunk into the Earth and his already-cold body froze.
He knew. The second he saw her, he knew.
Sounds and sights of the surrounding environment died away, a loud ringing in his ears as he instinctively reached out for her, pushing Deimos with all of his strength away without a care just to cradle his wife in his arms his entire body shaking with racking sobs he couldn't hear.
"Rexanna...amore della mia vita...come now." Gentle hands reached up to stroke her hair, strands off her forehead, a soft thumb on her cheek. "..This is not like you. A little door? No, no. That is not...that is not what could possibly..." His words became unrecognisable as they fell further into pained wails, Bastien curling closer around Rexanna, arms cradling her close and safe: he would not let any take her from him. Lips moving with impossible to know whispers of love and pain, he shut out the rest of the world.
