they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
The talk of the Fields does garner a quiet murmur of a hum from her, taking note of it in her calculations before she settles and brings up the topic of the engagement again — obviously now too far excited and happy for him to keep quiet about it within the confines of the barracks.
Oh she can see the happiness in him, even if it’s far more reserved than most. She’s know him for so long now that she can see beneath those panes of his face, to the calculating mind beneath and the gears that shift and turn with everything thrown at him. And this? This is just sheer happiness and excitement, and when he tells her yes, she grins a brilliantly fanged smile to him. “What are the plans? Tell me everything! What are you doing for rings? A ceremony?” She trails off, green gaze bright and wide and excited.
Oh she can see the happiness in him, even if it’s far more reserved than most. She’s know him for so long now that she can see beneath those panes of his face, to the calculating mind beneath and the gears that shift and turn with everything thrown at him. And this? This is just sheer happiness and excitement, and when he tells her yes, she grins a brilliantly fanged smile to him. “What are the plans? Tell me everything! What are you doing for rings? A ceremony?” She trails off, green gaze bright and wide and excited.
REXANNA
