"...Hm." Bastien could only shake his head. If only he had the powers of The Voice, who could pluck people from wherever she liked to bring them to her. He could have brought her over sooner, before so many people had hurt her - though, would she be Rexanna, then? So strong and resilient? That was really what he admired about her. That she had been so beaten down but instead of becoming brittle and angry she had become quietly reinforced, retained her gentleness.
He nodded to the babie's names, though he was a little surprised Kiada's name didn't mean the end. Though...he supposed that might be an odd meaning to give a newborn baby. For Rexanna's name though, he could help. "Oh, I can tell you that. It is a latin name meaning 'royal grace', cara. Quite fitting, really." That she knew of Latin raised some interesting questions about the connectedness of all the words, that he had not considered before.
"Then lets hope she does not dramatically object, even though it would make a wonderful story." He smiled, gently holding her arm when she'd stood, still a little nervous she would tip over. But she came closer, traced her fingers on his jaw, he was already smiling but when he heard her speak his eyes crinkled as he leaned in to pull her gently to his chest. "I love you too, Rexanna. With more than I knew my heart held."
Bastien held her there for a moment, then stepped back, keeping his hand on her forearm. "Would you like to go to bed, now? You must be tired, what with all your...pumpkin fighting." Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay
Life is a cabaret, old chum
It's only a cabaret, old chum
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