sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She leans into the kiss placed upon her brow, leaning into him and just so incredibly grateful that he’s here and he’s okay – that the words he says tries to balm her, but she’s still shaken, still unsure and confused, nodding along almost numbly to his comment. Nothing was fine, each time there was something different, something bigger. LongNight monsters, blighted vampire gourds, a living goddess of a tree. “It’s so… Difficult.” She adds at the end, to live in exciting times. It was a curse, she was certain of that.
But in the name of history, they were all there in the end – each one of them. And what a legacy that was, with so much death and destruction, she begins to wonder if her name will be among the next fight, the next after that, eventually resulting in a death of sorts out of her control. But she doesn’t know, doesn’t dwell too far down that painful past, doesn’t follow the tether down and down and down.
They continue to walk, however, and she squeezes his hand gently and softly, letting the wind brush by her face and the grasses tickle at her deadened senses against her calves. “She is fond of Ronin.” Rexanna muses slightly, before she looks to the tree that Bastien had brought her to paint on their first date, the tree that they had made their vows beneath, before she heaves a quiet sigh of unneeded air. “I imagine it… Takes a lot to revive someone. The fact that Ronin came back was a shock to everyone, as Safrin’s Fallen Star.” She bites down on her lip briefly. “But for Aoife… I’m not sure if she would, or if she could yet again.” A sad thought, how she yearns for Remi – to hug and hold, to share the burden that is their pain.
But in the name of history, they were all there in the end – each one of them. And what a legacy that was, with so much death and destruction, she begins to wonder if her name will be among the next fight, the next after that, eventually resulting in a death of sorts out of her control. But she doesn’t know, doesn’t dwell too far down that painful past, doesn’t follow the tether down and down and down.
They continue to walk, however, and she squeezes his hand gently and softly, letting the wind brush by her face and the grasses tickle at her deadened senses against her calves. “She is fond of Ronin.” Rexanna muses slightly, before she looks to the tree that Bastien had brought her to paint on their first date, the tree that they had made their vows beneath, before she heaves a quiet sigh of unneeded air. “I imagine it… Takes a lot to revive someone. The fact that Ronin came back was a shock to everyone, as Safrin’s Fallen Star.” She bites down on her lip briefly. “But for Aoife… I’m not sure if she would, or if she could yet again.” A sad thought, how she yearns for Remi – to hug and hold, to share the burden that is their pain.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
