and i watch in wonder, hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
She flashes him an equally as ridiculous grin. It was a no brainer for her – so long as she had him she’d be happy anywhere. It was better than being alone in grandeur. But she points to the painting next, explaining that there was far more white rather than the stark gold hues this place had. As he speaks of wings though, her attention focuses back on him with a soft smile. “No, we didn’t have wings. Asciend did.” She pauses as she considers it. “It was their whole… Thing I guess. They had wings and were from the mountains. My ex-husband had wings but I never did.” She flashes him an easier smile with that.
Probably why she got along so well here, having not quite been the fallen angel Bastien may think of her as.
But they continue to walk through the Palace and eventually outside of it, her attention focusing on all the beauty that lingered within the confines of it. And when they’re outside, her hand is back in his, and she can’t help the chimed laughter that leaves her. “Of course I do!” Sticking her tongue out at him briefly, she can’t help but to snicker to herself again as they continue to move.
Probably why she got along so well here, having not quite been the fallen angel Bastien may think of her as.
But they continue to walk through the Palace and eventually outside of it, her attention focusing on all the beauty that lingered within the confines of it. And when they’re outside, her hand is back in his, and she can’t help the chimed laughter that leaves her. “Of course I do!” Sticking her tongue out at him briefly, she can’t help but to snicker to herself again as they continue to move.
storm in the sky, fire in the street
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
