hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
At the mention of if it would offend her that he wasn’t surprised, she can’t help the chime of laughter that leaves her. “None taken.” She jests, snorting before focusing on the mention that she would’ve made a fine Launceleyn. She might have, if the circumstances had been different. She loved Peter, but not in a way that made her wish to bear children for the family, not in a way that she thinks they both are comfortable with. Sure, he had Adam and she had Bastien, but… At the end of the day, really it wasn’t something she imagined for herself. “I think I’m better friends with Launceleyn’s than I would have been lovers.” She admits with amusement, gaze flitting back to him, wondering if perhaps she could keep the trend going.
But then she’s examining the basket, listening as he tells her that fun isn’t particularly high on the agenda, and she nods. She understands the hardships, wondering if perhaps Halo had a hot springs of sorts or places to go to relax and ease the day. Perhaps that might be a gift she tries to figure out to give to them, if only for a peace of mind. “I’m sure.” She comments quietly before putting the basket down and turning to him. “Fire blessings?” She asks with a tilt of her head, wondering what that could mean. But the mention of getting drunk, she hums a quiet chuckle at that. “Part of me wishes I could get drunk like I used to. I’m sure it keeps the body warm though.” She offers. Not like it matters for her – she’d be the same regardless, no extra heat to output.
But then she’s examining the basket, listening as he tells her that fun isn’t particularly high on the agenda, and she nods. She understands the hardships, wondering if perhaps Halo had a hot springs of sorts or places to go to relax and ease the day. Perhaps that might be a gift she tries to figure out to give to them, if only for a peace of mind. “I’m sure.” She comments quietly before putting the basket down and turning to him. “Fire blessings?” She asks with a tilt of her head, wondering what that could mean. But the mention of getting drunk, she hums a quiet chuckle at that. “Part of me wishes I could get drunk like I used to. I’m sure it keeps the body warm though.” She offers. Not like it matters for her – she’d be the same regardless, no extra heat to output.
storm in the sky, fire in the streets
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
