a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — At Phoebe’s reaction and sudden swallow without adding any kind of remarks, Rexanna breathed a bit easier. And she listened intently while Phoebe stumbles over the words, of being happy for her, and she nodded. Though she was sad to know that Phoebe was currently running through heartbreak, only to have Rex come in and tell her about her wonderful relationship. But Phoebe wasn’t done yet, and her head tilted back to her friend as she spoke of Bastien not deserving her and the usual “if he hurts you” spiel she had imagined most friends would do. But it was nice, in a way, to have someone willing to do that here. Back in Asciend there wasn’t such a thing— but Rexanna had no choice in that matter either. At least here, she had the ability to leave and never have to answer for it. But she nodded to Phoebe instead, offering her a wolffish grin. “Thank you.” She began before stretching out her hands over the side of the bridge. “If it came to it, though, I imagine I could handle him too.” She said thoughtfully, stepping a bit closer to Phoebe as she aimed her hands above the side of the bone bridge. She reached for the well of magic deep within her and pulled it up higher and higher until a bright light erupted from her hands and shot into the sky, high above the edge of the bone bridge. When it reached its peak, it exploded into thousands of glimmering, fiery pieces that shot down from the sky on the gentle winds. Her sapphire gaze followed each tiny trail until they winked out before she turned back to Phoebe with a small shrug. “He has a bad reputation, but he’s only ever been kind to me. I don’t imagine it will change but I’ll keep you updated, if you prefer.” She said after a moment before giving Phoebe a small smile. “As for Emmett, perhaps the boy could use a bit of fire under his ass to figure himself out?” She questioned with another roguish grin and thoughtful glance. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.