sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She lets him take her into his arms, embracing him tightly back as he does her, rubbing her face gently against the panes of his chest. She can hear his voice rumble beneath the fabric of the clothes he wears, and she closes her eyes as she tries to think about what it could mean. “I’m not sure.” She muses with him, a small frown crossing her face. “Likely not even close to the same, though.” She lifts her head to glance up at him from beneath the moonlight, beneath the branches of the trees they had been married at.
The thought of it all, well, he was right to be worried she imagines. Especially when it was just one of Ronin versus the Spire, the destruction it had caused, the destruction he alone had wrought. And all she can do is gnaw on her lower lip, nodding along with him in understanding, and her own general frustrations at not being able to stop it should there ever be a chance to. But in a way… She also doesn’t blame Ronin for the grief, for the force of it.
How she had once wished to tear apart the skies because of it. How she never had the chance to.
She focuses on him again at the mention of trying to ease the pain. A memorial space, something that everyone could focus on and share a piece of what loved one they’d lost. She nods to that too, looking back out over the fields. “I think that would be really nice.” She murmurs softly, head tilting thoughtfully. “What are you thinking of doing for it?” Names? Pictures?
The thought of it all, well, he was right to be worried she imagines. Especially when it was just one of Ronin versus the Spire, the destruction it had caused, the destruction he alone had wrought. And all she can do is gnaw on her lower lip, nodding along with him in understanding, and her own general frustrations at not being able to stop it should there ever be a chance to. But in a way… She also doesn’t blame Ronin for the grief, for the force of it.
How she had once wished to tear apart the skies because of it. How she never had the chance to.
She focuses on him again at the mention of trying to ease the pain. A memorial space, something that everyone could focus on and share a piece of what loved one they’d lost. She nods to that too, looking back out over the fields. “I think that would be really nice.” She murmurs softly, head tilting thoughtfully. “What are you thinking of doing for it?” Names? Pictures?
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
