REXANNA
I am your friend
a soul for your soul
The frown that graces her face begins to fade as Peter insists, using the same strength she had used her own voice into his, and she nods with a small sigh. She can’t force him, nor does she want to. But she wants to be sure that he will be safe and okay while he remains here. It’s the least she can do, all things considered.
But she weighs between the options of telling him the story of her brand. And eventually decides that there’s nothing anymore about Halyven that can come back and haunt her. She has forsaken it, forsaken her castle and kingdom for Ascension. And she doesn’t regret the decision. She’d like to see Calstron randomly show up here and try to get her back. She doesn’t imagine he’d live through it. But she gives him a small half smile at his apology. It’s different from before, more of a condolence than an apology, and she shrugs her own shoulders in response.
“It happened a long time ago.” She says softly. It doesn’t bother her so much anymore – all things considered, compared to a few of the other scars that design the rest of her body, it’s the only one that has an easy story – however horrifying it might be. But her gaze lifts to his face as he gnaws on his bottom lip until it begins to bleed, and she reaches out with her lukewarm hands to hopefully comfortingly rest on his arms. “Well, now I’m planning on fighting for what’s right.” She pauses thoughtfully. “To make sure nobody else has to suffer…” There’s a light pause as her gaze flits over his scarred hands to his face. “Like we did.”
But she weighs between the options of telling him the story of her brand. And eventually decides that there’s nothing anymore about Halyven that can come back and haunt her. She has forsaken it, forsaken her castle and kingdom for Ascension. And she doesn’t regret the decision. She’d like to see Calstron randomly show up here and try to get her back. She doesn’t imagine he’d live through it. But she gives him a small half smile at his apology. It’s different from before, more of a condolence than an apology, and she shrugs her own shoulders in response.
“It happened a long time ago.” She says softly. It doesn’t bother her so much anymore – all things considered, compared to a few of the other scars that design the rest of her body, it’s the only one that has an easy story – however horrifying it might be. But her gaze lifts to his face as he gnaws on his bottom lip until it begins to bleed, and she reaches out with her lukewarm hands to hopefully comfortingly rest on his arms. “Well, now I’m planning on fighting for what’s right.” She pauses thoughtfully. “To make sure nobody else has to suffer…” There’s a light pause as her gaze flits over his scarred hands to his face. “Like we did.”
sun or water,
here or away
we are a lighthouse
we leave and we stay
