sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She listens as he tells her of his mother, and she gives him all the attention she can. A quiet nod given in response, in understanding. “Was it difficult? Growing up with your mother and then losing touch?” She asks quietly. Her mother had died shortly after her birth, beheaded. She’d been given to a wet nurse, adopted by servants that couldn’t raise their own child. She didn’t know what it was like to really lose a mother in a sense like that, and part of her – some terrible part of her – wanted to know.
She nods regardless to the next suggestion. “I think that many would like that. Will you be putting Aoife up there too?” She asks quietly, head tilting as she regards him briefly, before her anxieties of their own possible child in the future begins to have her tightening her grip on him, craving the comfort that he brings. And while he might not bring true warmth, much like she, she can feel it in her heart – and that’s enough. “We do. Maybe see what the rest of Caido has to offer, find a place to settle down away from it all.” She muses, gaze flitting up to meet his.
She nods regardless to the next suggestion. “I think that many would like that. Will you be putting Aoife up there too?” She asks quietly, head tilting as she regards him briefly, before her anxieties of their own possible child in the future begins to have her tightening her grip on him, craving the comfort that he brings. And while he might not bring true warmth, much like she, she can feel it in her heart – and that’s enough. “We do. Maybe see what the rest of Caido has to offer, find a place to settle down away from it all.” She muses, gaze flitting up to meet his.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
