you are a fairytale

REXANNA

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

She listened as Phoebe instructed Bastien on what the midwife would need to treat, and Rexanna sighed quietly at the ease of conversation between the two. Though she knew the suspicions that Phoebe likely would have — especially after Rexanna had told her about the bite after she commented on it. But these were different in appearance than the ones before, as Phoebe began to place an antiseptic and dab the wound clean once Bastien had left. The wounds weren’t easy bites like the one before, these had small tearing from where she had pushed Lucas away. And while Bastien was gone, she winced slightly as Phoebe asked if it was Bastien. She wanted to shake her head no, to fervently deny the fact it had been Bastien when he hadn’t even been there.

Plus, she was certain she had witnesses to the event, those who would have seen her help Lucas and know who he was. And with the history of Rexanna and men, she hoped Phoebe knew that she would do better than fall into the same trap. She swallowed hard, eyes cracking open slightly as she tried to look to Phoebe. “No. Not.. Not Bastien.” Her voice was rough, dehydrated. “He wasn’t there.” She managed to say. Inhaling deeply again as Phoebe continued to dab the wound, she shut her eyes right against the stinging in her neck. “Lucas.” She finally says, ending while she grit her teeth and Bastien returned. She turned her head toward him in an effort to make it easier for Phoebe to reach the wounds, but the effort was enough to make her hiss in both frustration and a smidge of pain.

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