REXANNA
I have late night conversations
with the moon.
He was quiet, but he spoke the same thoughts Rexanna thought of Longnight. Those that had died, those that had opened the doors when they shouldn’t have (she was one of the latter) and how dark and disastrous it had been. How she had helped Jigano hold a bloody and burnt Rory while Vervain healed his wounds enough for him to survive. And she sighed quietly, nodding in agreement. “I never wish to do that again.” She murmurs quietly, eyes shifting from staring out over the fields and fading light to return to Bastien when he spoke next. And she nodded to him with that too. She wouldn’t sugar coat it, not something like that. But he was apologizing, and her hand tightened around his arm gently in comfort despite the hint of understanding deep within her indigo eyes.
“Thank you.” She said quietly, wondering if this was a humbling experience for him – if he would have managed to fix himself without a divine intervention with the Voice. But that was in the past now, and she knew that there was nothing that could be done now. There were others, however, who disapproved of it entirely. And she thought of Jigano and the quiet flame he had when she told him of Bastien’s ascension. “There are others who might have questions, I hope you can handle it well.” She frowned slightly, but rested her head against his arm for a moment as she remained close.
But as Rexanna looked up to him and told him she’d go to Venice with him, he smiled to her and kissed her on the nose before speaking. And with the revelation of his fear, the fire (that inferno) sparked in her eyes like a cold fire. “I won’t go back.” Her voice was steeled, that same kind of diplomatic mask she had worn years before, but now it held a certain flame beneath it that melded and blossomed. “I…” She had to look away from him then, turning her head to look the canvas to prevent from saying what she wanted to. That she’d rather die than return back to Halyven or Asciend. That she’d gladly take her last breaths so long as she never had to step foot there again. “Even if this ended up as a dream, it’s the best I’ve ever had.” She finally said, looking back up to him and tugging him closer to her as if she’d never let him go.
“Thank you.” She said quietly, wondering if this was a humbling experience for him – if he would have managed to fix himself without a divine intervention with the Voice. But that was in the past now, and she knew that there was nothing that could be done now. There were others, however, who disapproved of it entirely. And she thought of Jigano and the quiet flame he had when she told him of Bastien’s ascension. “There are others who might have questions, I hope you can handle it well.” She frowned slightly, but rested her head against his arm for a moment as she remained close.
But as Rexanna looked up to him and told him she’d go to Venice with him, he smiled to her and kissed her on the nose before speaking. And with the revelation of his fear, the fire (that inferno) sparked in her eyes like a cold fire. “I won’t go back.” Her voice was steeled, that same kind of diplomatic mask she had worn years before, but now it held a certain flame beneath it that melded and blossomed. “I…” She had to look away from him then, turning her head to look the canvas to prevent from saying what she wanted to. That she’d rather die than return back to Halyven or Asciend. That she’d gladly take her last breaths so long as she never had to step foot there again. “Even if this ended up as a dream, it’s the best I’ve ever had.” She finally said, looking back up to him and tugging him closer to her as if she’d never let him go.
he tells me about the sun,
and i tell him about you.
BASTIEN
