you are a fairytale

REXANNA

you touch me and suddenly –
i feel a little less war torn

She agreed with him, then, that it wasn’t a simple answer. But she didn’t have it in her to explain the entirety of it yet. She was exhausted, but at least awake and alive, appearing a bit gruesome with the blood that stained her neck and down onto her shoulder and chest. As Bastien began to shift to pick her up, she did her best to try and adjust to help him — though whether it worked was hard to tell, Rexanna still didn’t have much strength to do anything other than carefully try and hold onto Bastien. He kissed her forehead and she attempted to cling to him, but she couldn’t get as far as raising her hands toward him. So she settled with them resting along her chest, the scarlet blood staining her hands dark. She listened, however, to the promise that Bastien made and couldn’t form the words to say who had done it to her.

Her head tilted slightly along his arm as her eyes closed, despite her attempts to fight against it. Her breathing a bit shallow and her heartbeat low as she let Bastien take her wherever he had planned. She only hoped to make it that far, to get some water for her incredibly dry mouth, some food for trying to recoup, and the hopes that her neck had stopped bleeding despite the scratches there from her pushing Lucas away from her. Distantly, she heard Bastien mention that this attempt with the Spire might have been a bit much, and she wanted to smile and laugh him off — to tell him she hadn’t even gone near it aside from helping Lucas at the base of it. That would come later — later when she could tell him the entire truth, that she hasn’t gone as far to get involved other than to help. Which unfortunately fit her personality to a T.

Rexanna was able to fight against the need to sleep again, and when she was able to open her eyes, she could tell they were in the Domiciles, likely heading toward Bastien’s home. She shifted slightly, a small amount as she stretched her hands and the dried blood began to flake off. But she still couldn’t do much else. “I’m sorry.” She managed to say, roughly from the sandiness of her throat, trying to turn her head to look up at Bastien from dull sapphire eyes.

i'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like
but i think it may feel a lot like you.