in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be
holy enough to save you
Passing hellos and minor chatter here and there, old reunions brought back into reality, it all leaves a warmth that lingers in Rexanna’s chest that she can’t help but to hold onto for how shiny and golden it feels. It’s the very same that lingers when she looks over and spots Deimos approaching her, immediately turning toward him to embrace him tightly just as he opens his arms in return.“That’s okay. It was her day, after all. I didn’t want to take away from it.” She chimes as she withdraws slightly to flash a smile up his way, nose wrinkling slightly with her grin. “How’ve you been, though? How’s little Erebos?” She probes playfully, prodding him in the chest expectant for the answers.
REXANNA
