a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — Immediately, after the tale was done and her eyes flicked back toward Phoebe, she could see it all register and sink in. And perhaps while it all happened, Rexanna wondered if Phoebe knew she could care for herself. If she had dealt with enough demons back home, then being with Bastien had to have been a sign. But what Rexanna hadn’t expected, were the tears that welled up in Phoebe’s eyes as she moved to embrace her and Rexanna let her. Of course, the story was sad, but Rexanna had no more tears left for it. She simply embraced Phoebe back nice and tight, burying her face into her friend’s shoulder. “It happened a long time ago.” She replied, wishing to shrug her shoulders and play it off like it wasn’t a big deal. But it was a big deal. And she hugged Phoebe tight to her before pulling back slightly to offer a gentle calm smile to her friend. “I still do want to have kids one day when I’m ready. I’m not sure when that is, but one day.” Her voice was soft, but the smile that crossed her face was reflecting in the blues of her eyes. “But you’re the first person I’ve told, so. Nobody else knows or has caught on yet.” She said in a small joking kind of manner. “Don’t be sad for me, though. It’s been years since it happened. There’s so much more to look forward to.” and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.