a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — Rexanna agreed with Phoebe, but there was nothing more she could say about it. She had grieved, mourned, and moved on eventually. It did her little use to worry on it now – especially without the worry of it from being with Bastien. It wasn’t an issue for her for the time being, but she appreciated the concern from her friend over the things she had endured. When Phoebe pulled back and left her hands on her shoulders, Rexanna did the same with a small optimistic smile on her lips. “Exactly.” She answered with a quiet smile. “You would be the first to know!” She offered, because who else would she run to if she found out? Especially if whoever the father was didn’t know her history. She’d want to make sure it was a reality before telling another soul. She was relieved, however, when Phoebe mentioned she wouldn’t tell anyone. But the next series of words have her a bit of pause, uncertain of whether or not it was something she wanted. Would it be necessary if there wasn’t even the possibility of children? And with Rexanna being with Bastien, there wasn’t the possibility of an unexpected one. But… on the other hand, if the option presented itself, she’d want to do everything she could to make sure it would work. After awhile of contemplating, she smiled to Phoebe – a bright genuine one. “I would like that very much. But you should know, the Ascended can’t… well, raise their flags so to speak.” She said with a quiet laugh. “At least without some kind of intervention.” She thought of Lucas when she said that, the only ascended she’d known to be able to have one, and she wasn’t certain if it was just him or what the circumstances were. “But if there were a chance and I were ready, I’d like to be as prepared as I could be.” She hummed quietly, thoughtfully, while squeezing Phoebe’s arm gently in thanks. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.