a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — She agreed with Phoebe at the offer, knowing somewhere deep in her heart that she would never need it. How Bastien had become less sure, less full of himself, and inherently more concerned with her and his life here. That he was a rebellious sort, much like she was, only Rexanna had found she wasn’t quite as daring. Had hoped to use the new world she found herself in as a new beginning, a change and a chance to prove who she was. So far, she had done a great job — and she could see Bastien changing as well. But like most things, it would likely take time for people to see and understand the way that she understood him. Rexanna had all the time in the world, though. “I’m not sure, but I’m willing to chat with him.” She offered, turning back to Phoebe with a small smile as she lifted her hand in the hopes of resting it on her friend’s shoulder. But then Phoebe acknowledged it couldn’t be fixed, which Rexanna found a bit hard to believe, but she didn’t press the girl. Instead, her brows raised at the revelation of finishing Frey’s quest. “Oh! No you didn’t, but that is wonderful Phoebe!” She chimed with a brilliant grin. “Did you see them to turn it in?” She asked curiously, wondering what Frey would have said to finishing a quest. Rexanna hadn’t spoken to the god since their initial meeting, but she had known Frey had been watching. How else would her voice have come back normal? How would she have held that glamour over her that cascaded like a gilded light along her bones in a way she hadn’t even noticed until it had been pointed out? She was interested, and intrigued. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.