you are a fairytale

REXANNA

you touch me and suddenly –
i feel a little less war torn

She listened, silently, as Phoebe instructed Bastien on what to do next, and sighs internally at the smell of whatever tea Phoebe is making. But she helps the midwife in any way she can to make it easier to sit her up, and as Phoebe commanded her to drink, she parted chapped and dry lips to sip the tea. Her face scrunched slightly with the taste of the drink, silently wishing for the juice that Bastien had brought once before, but knowing that Phoebe probably knew what she was doing. She swallowed it, even though it was a bit of a struggle, and hoped to take another sip from it to speed up the process more — to explain what had happened to her. Even though her throat was less ravaged feeling, less dry and paper mache, she could only listen as Phoebe told Bastien who had done it.

Part of her relished in what Bastien said, the other part loved him more as he seemed statuesque in his anger before standing to retrieve the boiling water and rags. She continued to do her best to drink the tea, sapphire gaze slipping from Phoebe to Bastien. And there was a part of her that was proud at the two of them, able to stay in the same room together without arguments, without anger pointed at one another. And she wanted to crack a small smile at the circumstance that had brought them together — at least for a night. Rexanna still didn’t feel strong by any means, but she had begun to feel better and for that, she hoped to snatch Phoebe’s gaze. “Thank you..” She said to Phoebe, a small corner of her lip rising in an effort to smile.

i'm not sure what peace is supposed to feel like
but i think it may feel a lot like you.