i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She can hear him fiddling with paints, and it’s enough to cause a light smile to lift on the corner of her lip as she continues to her work on some form of embroidery. His own comment back to her gives her a small amount of pause as she thinks on it, too, tongue sticking out slightly as she feels for the rows she’s created already. “You’re probably right.” She announces with some amusement. “She’s a very busy goddess.” She admits quietly, thoughtfully, but still incredibly pleased that the goddess still made time to see them, speak to them, come to weddings of all things.
At the squeak, however, she sits up slightly in a small amount of surprise, putting the fabric down along her stomach as she turns her head toward it. But Bastien doesn’t seem to be freaking out, and she relaxes just enough to focus on his words in a quiet amount of surprise. “An occasional resident?” She pauses, wondering if it’s someone like Clemente that has been taken in.
She follows the sound of his footsteps though, listening when he begins to speak and hearing the creatures babbling. A surprised laugh leaves her as she reaches out a hand, slowly, in the hopes of touching the small creature on the arm or shoulder. “Oh how cute.” She can’t see the creature, but the thought of it adopting Bastien as a father is adorable enough in her own mind. “Does his name mean anything?” A quiet question, head tilting toward Bastien’s voice.
At the squeak, however, she sits up slightly in a small amount of surprise, putting the fabric down along her stomach as she turns her head toward it. But Bastien doesn’t seem to be freaking out, and she relaxes just enough to focus on his words in a quiet amount of surprise. “An occasional resident?” She pauses, wondering if it’s someone like Clemente that has been taken in.
She follows the sound of his footsteps though, listening when he begins to speak and hearing the creatures babbling. A surprised laugh leaves her as she reaches out a hand, slowly, in the hopes of touching the small creature on the arm or shoulder. “Oh how cute.” She can’t see the creature, but the thought of it adopting Bastien as a father is adorable enough in her own mind. “Does his name mean anything?” A quiet question, head tilting toward Bastien’s voice.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
