BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
Bastien could feel the drop in mood as he spoke, but didn't dare to ask if it was because Rexanna didn't want to Ascend; he did not know if he could face that the same day as her being cursed. He knew it was a large action to take (hoped that was the reason for her quiet discomfort) but it was a horror to imagine himself remaining young and well, having to watch Rexanna fade before his eyes. To hold her hand as she closed her eyes on a deathbed, his smooth skin next to her wrinkles. your grace is wasted in your face
If they were to grow old, it had to be together. If they were to remain eternally young, it had to be together.
His worries stayed with him even after he tried to sigh them out, but he tried to move on. "Well. Should we get to bed? I am sure you must be very tired, making oaths and all that. And I could easily spend some hours laid down. The bed in that cell was hardly worthy of the name." He couldn't feel as much as he once had been able to in his skin, but there was enough for the aches and pains of sleeping on a wooden bench to get through.
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
