Alexandre Returns~
henrietta-the-frail:
alexandrethebosmer:
“I know you are, but age doesn’t mean that there is any less trouble out there. I end up in plenty with trouble even at my age. I’d had thought you would have a lot more energy however, since you have a lot less to move around then I do.” the mer chuckled, “A great deal faster and smarter then I am.”
“It’s true to a point,” she shrugged, “I am young of body and I am rather fast and lithe, but sometimes I feel as though I age. Not physically, of course, but there’s just something that makes me ache at times. Living passed what you’re supposed to, well, I can whine about it all I want, but I still wouldn’t fancy dying. I play the tragic immortal readily, but when I’m honest with myself, I really do fear my ultimate death and a part of me likes that I live on despite everything.”
Henrietta smiled at the elf, “I don’t know why I told you that. I don’t think I’ve admitted that to anyone. Least of all myself.”
“Maybe part of you knows that I am a very good listener and that is why you told me?” Alexandre suggested, a mild bit of humor to try and alleviate some of the uncomfortableness he felt at the prospect of the small woman curled up against him being gone. “These ears of mine are more for then just show after all.”
“I suppose that is something that we all ponder about at one time or another. We’ve both outlived many of those that we have known or knew, and have survived incidents that have left others in far worse condition then we are. But each with our own marks for doing so, mine a little easier to hide and less noticable.” The mer lightly ran his fingers through Henrietta’s hair, the memory of the sword blow to his back clear after all those years and at having avoided death’s grasp from it. “I do have one thing to confess, and that is that if our ultimate death does come, that shall have a hard battle trying to take us.”
