sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
She listens to him, clinging to him gently to offer the support where she could. The story, though, she listens and tries to apply it for her life in a sense. She can’t come close, but there are parts that she can relate to – that they weren’t what was needed, what would make all of them happy in the end. Squeezing his arm lightly, she rests her head on his shoulder again to look out over the fields when he grows quiet. “That makes sense.” She agrees, understanding lingering in her mind. “Perhaps there was happiness with them knowing that you were happy, even if it wasn’t what they wanted?” She asks quietly, contemplating.
“The King of Halyven killed my parents a few days after I was born and handed me off to the wet nurse who found a servant couple who couldn’t have kids of their own.” She’s sure she’s explained it before to Bastien, but it couldn’t hurt to bring it back up again. “But it still wasn’t really the same, you know? Growing up with blue eyes while both parents had brown and wondering why. Wondering why you don’t look like your supposed parents.” A small crooked smile. “They were happy though I think, until the day they told me I wasn’t theirs.” She shrugs lightly before she looks up to smile at him easily. Perhaps the happiness was just in having someone or something to care for.
Like they had Pittore. Like they had Clemente. Like they had their little Ascended family. Perhaps, for now, that was enough.
The mention of the memorial though has her gaze softening on him, her anxieties melting away from her as she nods. “I’ll miss her very much.” She agrees, cuddling in closer to him as he too holds her close.
“The King of Halyven killed my parents a few days after I was born and handed me off to the wet nurse who found a servant couple who couldn’t have kids of their own.” She’s sure she’s explained it before to Bastien, but it couldn’t hurt to bring it back up again. “But it still wasn’t really the same, you know? Growing up with blue eyes while both parents had brown and wondering why. Wondering why you don’t look like your supposed parents.” A small crooked smile. “They were happy though I think, until the day they told me I wasn’t theirs.” She shrugs lightly before she looks up to smile at him easily. Perhaps the happiness was just in having someone or something to care for.
Like they had Pittore. Like they had Clemente. Like they had their little Ascended family. Perhaps, for now, that was enough.
The mention of the memorial though has her gaze softening on him, her anxieties melting away from her as she nods. “I’ll miss her very much.” She agrees, cuddling in closer to him as he too holds her close.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
