[ From her beginning to her end, what Jeanne has the most of is faith. Her path in history burned with it. For all that she did because she could not turn away from the suffering she heard, she has never walked with the purpose of going towards one person.
She has never walked for false hopes. For as much faith as she holds, she can't avert her eyes from reality,
Which is why when she shifts back a little, extracting herself from him by just a fraction, and moves to find one of his hands with both of hers, her grip is almost tight—a recognition of his words for what they are, a sign that she knows they have very little time here or anywhere.
She bows her head and brings his hand up to press against her forehead, a silent oath, a silent prayer. ]
That is all I need.
[ She is not someone who wishes for herself, but if she ever did, if she could, perhaps it could be that.
As much as she loves others, as much as she works with others— to go to someone and to have a space with someone is not something she knows.
Jeanne is not someone who can swear fealty to any one person, as she is now. She is a Servant without a Master for more reasons than one, for more reasons than she can remember at this time.
But maybe someday, she can be, once she exhausts herself and completes her duties.
And for all that Jeanne is or isn't, she is one who hopes and carries the hopes of others with her. For as little or as much as he is willing to give to her, she will walk with it until she can no longer.
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She has never walked for false hopes. For as much faith as she holds, she can't avert her eyes from reality,
Which is why when she shifts back a little, extracting herself from him by just a fraction, and moves to find one of his hands with both of hers, her grip is almost tight—a recognition of his words for what they are, a sign that she knows they have very little time here or anywhere.
She bows her head and brings his hand up to press against her forehead, a silent oath, a silent prayer. ]
That is all I need.
[ She is not someone who wishes for herself, but if she ever did, if she could, perhaps it could be that.
As much as she loves others, as much as she works with others— to go to someone and to have a space with someone is not something she knows.
Jeanne is not someone who can swear fealty to any one person, as she is now. She is a Servant without a Master for more reasons than one, for more reasons than she can remember at this time.
But maybe someday, she can be, once she exhausts herself and completes her duties.
And for all that Jeanne is or isn't, she is one who hopes and carries the hopes of others with her. For as little or as much as he is willing to give to her, she will walk with it until she can no longer.
She lifts her head with a small smile. ]
Our horse ride gone a bit awry, hasn't it?