falling in love is a strange work of art
All of your battles will shape who you are
The day arrives.
There’s a small amount of apprehension to her, based off recent events. Based off the idea that her wedding might be full of pitchforks and flames rather than the joyous event they want it to be. To prove to everyone that they’re still people with lives, who only want to be happy. That they have no control as much as anyone else when it comes to the terrible things that befall them. But she’s hopeful.
Remi, despite Ronin’s condition, had still treated her as a friend, as one of her best friends. Hadn’t placed any blame, any ill-will. And had she known what the Alchemist had done before her arrival to make the day continue on as normal, she didn’t know how she’d repay him for it, for any of it. Yet the Penumbra is blissfully aware, having prepared and dressed in the beautiful dress Remi had created, adorned with the jewels Lily had picked, heading near the site of her and Bastien’s first date, eyes peeled for a particularly brooding man whom she hopes has a smile on his face.
And that’s when she spots the gathering, so many have arrived to watch and be a part of it, that she can’t help but to be touched by it. She can see Wessex, her newfound sister, alongside Lucas and a few others. She can see Remi, exhausted along a tree beside Loren and a fox, and her brows quirk together slightly in a small amount of confusion, seeing how exhausted he was even from this distance. And she turns to Deimos, who waits for her and offers his arm, that she takes so gratefully. She’s happy he’s here, happy they all are. And that there’s no pitchforks and flames awaiting her. “Thank you for this, Deimos.” She says softly, only for him to hear, a brilliant fanged smile along her face.
That’s when she feels the warmth, the warmth of her goddess beside Bastien, and her sapphire eyes gleam with appreciation and wonder. That she had managed to come, to witness, despite it. Distantly she recalls Safrin at Remi and Ronin’s wedding, and wonders if that’s what happened when you were close to a goddess. If they blessed you with their presence for such joyful events. Yet she can’t help but to hope that nobody retaliates against her for this, not for her own wedding day, but because if something happened to the Voice, then it would happen to her and the love of her life and her new family.
She was drifting in thought, focusing on Bastien and smiling wide as she sees the decorations he had made, the attention to all the details, even how his own outfit seemed to match hers to an extent. And she uses him to ground her, to focus her, as she glances toward the Sword at her side. “Ready?” She asks a bit breathless, a true smile crossing over her face. Whatever happens, happens. At least she has her goddess, friends, and family. It’s all she can ask for.
When he confirms, she begins the steps down the aisle, the thought player somewhere in the back playing a beautiful sound she recalled from Halyven that was used for the announcement of wonderful news and happiness. And she focuses on Bastien and her goddess, feeling as though nothing could touch her as she approaches him, stopping just before the altar of sorts, for Deimos to do his part should he wish to. “Thank you.” She says quietly to her goddess — for being here, for coming to the wedding, for witnessing it even however minuscule it likely seemed to her. Then she takes a moment to inhale deeply, eyes landing back on Bastien, full of light, love, happiness, and hope.
There’s a small amount of apprehension to her, based off recent events. Based off the idea that her wedding might be full of pitchforks and flames rather than the joyous event they want it to be. To prove to everyone that they’re still people with lives, who only want to be happy. That they have no control as much as anyone else when it comes to the terrible things that befall them. But she’s hopeful.
Remi, despite Ronin’s condition, had still treated her as a friend, as one of her best friends. Hadn’t placed any blame, any ill-will. And had she known what the Alchemist had done before her arrival to make the day continue on as normal, she didn’t know how she’d repay him for it, for any of it. Yet the Penumbra is blissfully aware, having prepared and dressed in the beautiful dress Remi had created, adorned with the jewels Lily had picked, heading near the site of her and Bastien’s first date, eyes peeled for a particularly brooding man whom she hopes has a smile on his face.
And that’s when she spots the gathering, so many have arrived to watch and be a part of it, that she can’t help but to be touched by it. She can see Wessex, her newfound sister, alongside Lucas and a few others. She can see Remi, exhausted along a tree beside Loren and a fox, and her brows quirk together slightly in a small amount of confusion, seeing how exhausted he was even from this distance. And she turns to Deimos, who waits for her and offers his arm, that she takes so gratefully. She’s happy he’s here, happy they all are. And that there’s no pitchforks and flames awaiting her. “Thank you for this, Deimos.” She says softly, only for him to hear, a brilliant fanged smile along her face.
That’s when she feels the warmth, the warmth of her goddess beside Bastien, and her sapphire eyes gleam with appreciation and wonder. That she had managed to come, to witness, despite it. Distantly she recalls Safrin at Remi and Ronin’s wedding, and wonders if that’s what happened when you were close to a goddess. If they blessed you with their presence for such joyful events. Yet she can’t help but to hope that nobody retaliates against her for this, not for her own wedding day, but because if something happened to the Voice, then it would happen to her and the love of her life and her new family.
She was drifting in thought, focusing on Bastien and smiling wide as she sees the decorations he had made, the attention to all the details, even how his own outfit seemed to match hers to an extent. And she uses him to ground her, to focus her, as she glances toward the Sword at her side. “Ready?” She asks a bit breathless, a true smile crossing over her face. Whatever happens, happens. At least she has her goddess, friends, and family. It’s all she can ask for.
When he confirms, she begins the steps down the aisle, the thought player somewhere in the back playing a beautiful sound she recalled from Halyven that was used for the announcement of wonderful news and happiness. And she focuses on Bastien and her goddess, feeling as though nothing could touch her as she approaches him, stopping just before the altar of sorts, for Deimos to do his part should he wish to. “Thank you.” She says quietly to her goddess — for being here, for coming to the wedding, for witnessing it even however minuscule it likely seemed to her. Then she takes a moment to inhale deeply, eyes landing back on Bastien, full of light, love, happiness, and hope.
and know that your scars are
my favorite part
my favorite part
REXANNA
