REXANNA
FOR A TIME IT SEEMED TO ME,
THAT WE WERE STARLIGHT-TOUCHED.
FAILING TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE STARCROSSED,
The laugh that rumbles through Bastien’s chest sparks a smile from her lips, her hands intertwining with the dark curls of his hair while she focuses on what he has to say. “Is that so?” She asks, returning a hint of her usual self, searching his face for any sign of the lie within it. And when she finds out it wasn’t exactly true, she hums a quiet chime of a laugh along with him. “My…” She rumbles softly, a gentle smile crossing her face with the thought. “Leaving a piece of yourself in each painting… What if there was nothing left at the end of it all?” She asks, finding it still surprisingly beautiful of an idea. A piece of you in every single thing left behind – like you hadn’t even left at all.But she settles, against him gently, listening as the happiness fades to become a bit more mellow – watching the way the moonlight filtered in through the window. The question causes her to adjust her head a small amount to look more fully at him. “I… Think it’s mostly that I just wouldn’t be good at it.” She offers quietly, perhaps a bit sadly. “I like to think that I would, but there’s a difference between imagining it and actually doing it, and that’s what I’m worried about.” She manages, fingers tapping along his chest with the thoughts as a small frown begins to form. Would she have enough patience? Would she have enough love to give?
THE STARS WERE
NEVER
ON OUR SIDE.
