sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
There’s another light frown that crosses her face at the thought of it – if they had gone somewhere else during that time, would it make things better or worse? To have left and disappeared without any of their belongings other than the clothes upon their backs. Would they ever make it back? Would Safrin ever allow for such a thing? She doesn’t know the answer to all these hypothetical questions, and she can feel her mind swirling and shuttering just trying to contemplate it all.
So she stops, focusing on the memorial in an effort of keeping her mind in a bit of ease. And at the mention of him remaining mostly out of it, aside from being there to talk to – well, she thinks that’s a lovely idea all the same. At the mention of not losing anyone, however, she squeezes his arm lightly and smiles softly – having surprisingly made it through the encounter completely unscathed somehow.
“You’d be free to give them prompts too should they need it, to talk about it.” She hums thoughtfully, looking back out over the fields and the grasses that wave quietly in the dark light. Bastien sways her then, and she moves with him ever so gently, clinging to him as if he’s a rock and she can feel herself lost in a rushing river, awaiting for it to disperse her among the depths.
She only looks up when he comments about children, her face still pressed against his chest. But when he shakes his head, a deep breath leaving him at his admission, her hand slides up and cups at his stubbled cheek with a soft smile of understanding – the same lingering in her gaze. “I agree.” She begins, giving his cheek a small squeeze. “I love you too Bastien. And I think.. Perhaps we should come back to it later once things even out.” She offers him a gentler smile at that. It could be months, it could be years. She has no way of knowing.
So she stops, focusing on the memorial in an effort of keeping her mind in a bit of ease. And at the mention of him remaining mostly out of it, aside from being there to talk to – well, she thinks that’s a lovely idea all the same. At the mention of not losing anyone, however, she squeezes his arm lightly and smiles softly – having surprisingly made it through the encounter completely unscathed somehow.
“You’d be free to give them prompts too should they need it, to talk about it.” She hums thoughtfully, looking back out over the fields and the grasses that wave quietly in the dark light. Bastien sways her then, and she moves with him ever so gently, clinging to him as if he’s a rock and she can feel herself lost in a rushing river, awaiting for it to disperse her among the depths.
She only looks up when he comments about children, her face still pressed against his chest. But when he shakes his head, a deep breath leaving him at his admission, her hand slides up and cups at his stubbled cheek with a soft smile of understanding – the same lingering in her gaze. “I agree.” She begins, giving his cheek a small squeeze. “I love you too Bastien. And I think.. Perhaps we should come back to it later once things even out.” She offers him a gentler smile at that. It could be months, it could be years. She has no way of knowing.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
