a candle's fire

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — She hoped the topic of Emmett wouldn’t be a sore spot for long, hoping that Phoebe could figure it out or move on quickly from him, knowing that she deserved someone that treated her well. But the sigh that she gave after explaining it could be used for a harvest caused Rexanna to nod solemnly – uncertain if he’d hold onto it on the off chance he did plan on having children. After what had happened to his family, though… She wondered if it was a sore spot at all. Perhaps he had put them in a room and hid them away for the time being – deciding against using them at all for the time being. But the topic of demigods captured Rexanna’s attention yet again, and as Phoebe spoke of stories of them and myths, her brows furrowed together slightly. “My old home had no tangible gods, we had no stories of demigods, but the topic is really interesting.” She said with a quiet chuckle. “I’d be really interested to find out!” She looked to Phoebe with a small grin while they walked. “Though not personally, preferably.” She shrugged but laughed at the idea again. “Do you think, if Frey were to have a child, that it would be the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen?” She questioned, thinking about how Frey tended to appear and how the differences in it’s appearance would change with a child. Would it be simply incredibly stunning? Built in as opposed to a glamour like her gift from Frey? It was an interesting topic, and somehow deep down she wanted to find out. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.