REXANNA
you touch me and suddenly –
i feel a little less war torn
What Bastien didn’t know, was that she didn’t actually step foot into the Spire. But the temptation had been there, had Lucas not appeared to be dying just outside of it. But what he did know, was that Rexanna lay outside the Spire, a chilled shaking hand along her neck because she couldn’t tell if her neck was still bleeding or not. Her head pounded, throat felt like sandpaper, and everything, despite the darkness of night, seemed to be too bright still. She didn’t know how long she’d laid there until hands reached her face – cupping her cheeks with wide eyes and a familiar, beautiful voice.i feel a little less war torn
Her hand shook as she moved to grab onto Bastien, the one covered in mostly dried blood. All things considered, she made it out okay – that whatever happened in the Spire was infinitely worse than this. But had she let Lucas continue, she might not have anything left. Her head shifted, lips parting as her eyes cracked to look to Bastien the best she could. She needed water, sleep, food, everything. Most importantly, some warmth. But she couldn’t find it in her dry voice with dry lips to actually say any of it.
So instead, she turned her head slightly, hands still trembling as she tried to hold onto Bastien’s arms for him to see the bite and the blood that dripped down her neck onto her shoulder and chest. “I… passed out.” She forced herself to say, her voice deep and dry and a whisper of a rumble instead of a chimed sound. She wanted to explain more, wanted to look around to see where Lucas had gone, but she’d need her strength for it. And for now, she hadn’t quite gotten enough.
i'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like
but i think it may feel a lot like you.
but i think it may feel a lot like you.
