Anastasia knew that she was kind, but she likely wouldn’t believe that she could ever be regal or as beautiful as other put her up to be. Through her eyes, beautiful was when a woman had multiple men following you around constantly as well as them falling over your very words like a spell had been cast.
Anastasia didn’t see multiple following her around—just Lachesis, who had been distant lately due to her duty and his friendships. She didn’t blame him, she wanted him to be happy here just as she was but something always felt missing from that happiness when XIX wasn’t present. She had to fix this, she needed Lachesis to stay close to her—she feared losing him.
“You are what’s best for me,” she answered plainly and reached her head over to nuzzle him delicately on the shoulder before he lowered himself to the ground. Everything that she saw within his eyes was everything she wanted, just that. The deep love that she saw hidden within those pears, gazing into her softly and bringing out a sensitive yet over-bearing sense of kindness.
Without him with her, who would she be? At best she figured that she would be standing by Reaper’s side, bringing forth the best in those that joined him—staring amongst subjects or subordinates. That seemed nice but there was a sudden hint of sadness when she realized that she wouldn’t want to feel like she was above Lachesis. If anything, she wanted to feel as though she was always his equal.
In a short moment of emotional weakness she lowered herself down to her stomach and allowed her tiny body to lie upon the side of his. It was cuddle time, a time that she desperately needed to reunite with whether he agreed or not.