i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She wonders if he does know, that even if she were to die she’d still find his way back to him one way or another. In this life or the next, in whatever forms she could just to be beside him again. But she doesn’t comment on it, not when he asks to see her eyes – what’s left of them. And with his help, they lift the bandana to reveal dark splotches, missing eyes, carnage beneath the bandana of a broken nose and eyes completely gone.
She can hear him take a deep breath, and she bites down on her lower lip before he speaks. And she nods slowly – she imagines it is… So very hard for him to see her this way, but she’s made it back. She’s made it alive, and that’s all she can ask for at the end of the day. But he tells her a story, and she listens diligently with her head resting on his arm, a hint of surprise crossing her face at the reveal. “I would like to ask her.” She mentions, offering him a small fanged smile.
“I need her help to fix my wrists and ribs anyway.” Perhaps more could come of it? Perhaps the Voice’s capabilities are enough that her eyes would look exactly as normal, exactly as the ones he had spotted when he fell in love with her. She would like to see again too – to see his face light up when an idea comes to mind late at night and he can’t rest, the way he becomes so focused on the smallest of things as though they’re the biggest in the world.
She wants to see the look on his face every time she tells him how much she loves him.
“I have asked Samuel to come with me, since he started this entire thing, once Longnight is over.” She doesn’t know if he wishes to come with – if he would trust that Sam could take her or not.
She can hear him take a deep breath, and she bites down on her lower lip before he speaks. And she nods slowly – she imagines it is… So very hard for him to see her this way, but she’s made it back. She’s made it alive, and that’s all she can ask for at the end of the day. But he tells her a story, and she listens diligently with her head resting on his arm, a hint of surprise crossing her face at the reveal. “I would like to ask her.” She mentions, offering him a small fanged smile.
“I need her help to fix my wrists and ribs anyway.” Perhaps more could come of it? Perhaps the Voice’s capabilities are enough that her eyes would look exactly as normal, exactly as the ones he had spotted when he fell in love with her. She would like to see again too – to see his face light up when an idea comes to mind late at night and he can’t rest, the way he becomes so focused on the smallest of things as though they’re the biggest in the world.
She wants to see the look on his face every time she tells him how much she loves him.
“I have asked Samuel to come with me, since he started this entire thing, once Longnight is over.” She doesn’t know if he wishes to come with – if he would trust that Sam could take her or not.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
