sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She nods as he questions about her eyes, only realizing shortly after that he isn’t there to see it. Biting down on her lip and folding her arms into her lap, she leans forward toward the shell. “I can’t see.”She admits, quiet and heartbroken at that fact. That she can’t look upon him and ensure he’s okay. That she can’t look at his paintings and tell him how wonderful they are. That she can’t do all the things she used to.
But she isn’t done, and she lists off her injuries from the scans, heart breaking as she recounts it and hears his response, a half broken smile crossing her face. “I love you Bastien. How could I not come and tell you I’m alive?” She asks, a small form of light within her at that simple fact. But he tells her that he will be her eyes, and it takes her a moment to respond, finding her throat tight with the emotions. “Yes… We will go to her.” She agrees, quietly, softly, until she can hear the shuffling of feet and Wessex’s voice from the shell.
“Wessex?” She asks quietly, wondering to herself what the queen might have to say. And remaining silent until she finds out, an arm brushing her hair back from her face out of sheer habit because it’s certainly not gotten into her eyes.
But she isn’t done, and she lists off her injuries from the scans, heart breaking as she recounts it and hears his response, a half broken smile crossing her face. “I love you Bastien. How could I not come and tell you I’m alive?” She asks, a small form of light within her at that simple fact. But he tells her that he will be her eyes, and it takes her a moment to respond, finding her throat tight with the emotions. “Yes… We will go to her.” She agrees, quietly, softly, until she can hear the shuffling of feet and Wessex’s voice from the shell.
“Wessex?” She asks quietly, wondering to herself what the queen might have to say. And remaining silent until she finds out, an arm brushing her hair back from her face out of sheer habit because it’s certainly not gotten into her eyes.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
