sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
There were… many old memories and wounds reopened by Fiat Lux. Ones far more personal than she wanted to divulge into right away, instead spending the rest of the day and night burrowing then down until a time where she could filter through them, sort them out, figure out where to even start. She had gotten away okay out of it, far better than the others had, and there’s a part of her that isn’t sure she wanted it that way. That if she could take the pain Remi and Ronin had felt and kept it deep within her to give them her happiness, that she would.
But Frey certainly wouldn’t be proud.
She’s thankful for Bastien’s quiet, no prodding on the subject until she’s ready, and despite having eyes once more — they’re haunted now, shadowed in a shade of jade at how tired she is. But she goes with him, while she figured out internally when to start the cleanups, if teams had already started to go through the mud and pull out whatever else was left behind.
Perhaps she should not have waited so long for a council.
She lets Bastien lead her to a very familiar place by the time she gets her thoughts in order, and she squeezes his hand gently before she looks over to him beneath her curtain of dark hair. “Bastien…” She begins, a frown crossing her lips. “Aoife is gone.”
But Frey certainly wouldn’t be proud.
She’s thankful for Bastien’s quiet, no prodding on the subject until she’s ready, and despite having eyes once more — they’re haunted now, shadowed in a shade of jade at how tired she is. But she goes with him, while she figured out internally when to start the cleanups, if teams had already started to go through the mud and pull out whatever else was left behind.
Perhaps she should not have waited so long for a council.
She lets Bastien lead her to a very familiar place by the time she gets her thoughts in order, and she squeezes his hand gently before she looks over to him beneath her curtain of dark hair. “Bastien…” She begins, a frown crossing her lips. “Aoife is gone.”
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
