a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — Phoebe’s concern over her first tangle with an Ascended made her smile slightly at the memory. “No, I wanted to experience it.” She offered, hoping it might relieve some of the worries that Phoebe might have about what had happened. Yet Rexanna still hadn’t expected to pass out from it, and luckily with Bastien despite it being his first time had been incredibly careful to not allow that to happen. But the conversation shifted, and Rexanna’s laugh floated on the wind when Phoebe’s face turned completely red and she stuttered over the words. But when she called him ’Mr. Bitey’ it brought upon a whole other series of giggles from the woman. She’d certainly have to call Bastien by that nickname at least once during this entire thing. But she was concerned how to bring it up with Phoebe – knowing her and Bastien’s history and their general clashing, that she was at a complete loss as to how to tell her who it was. She couldn’t avoid the question. After all, the bubble was small and word traveled fast. Her smile faltered slightly as she glanced back to Phoebe and wrung her hands together, inhaling deeply. “Please don’t be upset with me.” She began, chewing on her lip briefly. She didn’t know who all knew that Bastien was alive in the first place, and so she figured she could explain it in a way that made sense without pointing too many fingers at Bastien. “Uh well, Bastien became Ascended.” She wasn’t sure if she should cover it up with telling Phoebe that the old man had run off – it wasn’t an entire lie after all, but she ignored the need to tell her anything about the old man. “We’ve been spending a lot of time together and it just kind of happened.” She paused, eyes widening slightly as she looked to Phoebe. “I know you two don’t get along, but he’s changed since becoming Ascended. He’s treating me very well.” She added. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.