Heroes always get remembered
But you know legends never die
"Very romantic, my dear." In his more cynical side he wondered if it were true: if Rexanna could choose between being with him in a manure shed her whole life, or never seeing him again in a lovely hotel room, which was she more likely to pick? The idea brought a somewhat silly smile to his face but he didn't voice it; it was unlikely (yet not impossible) they'd ever fall into the situation where they would have to make that choice.
He looked to the painting she pointed out. Anything he got to hear of her home was a precious segment of a story he received in drips from her, the history that had created the woman he loved. "White...for the wings? I believe you mentioned wings." Probably because of his own biases and history, he imagined the people from her old home to be angelic, wearing clean robes and with large dove wings, glowing halos above their heads.
Listening to her as they moved along through the Palace then back out again, he would take her hands as they reached the courtyard. "Now that I have shown you the obligatory set piece, would you like to see real Venice?"
He looked to the painting she pointed out. Anything he got to hear of her home was a precious segment of a story he received in drips from her, the history that had created the woman he loved. "White...for the wings? I believe you mentioned wings." Probably because of his own biases and history, he imagined the people from her old home to be angelic, wearing clean robes and with large dove wings, glowing halos above their heads.
Listening to her as they moved along through the Palace then back out again, he would take her hands as they reached the courtyard. "Now that I have shown you the obligatory set piece, would you like to see real Venice?"
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