There's a darkness down inside me
That I know we'll both enjoy
That I know we'll both enjoy
There is little reason to fear in a crowd like this, and even the initial jolt of surprise as arms wrap around her waist fades the moment Rexanna’s chin perches upon her shoulder, scent and sound and the peripheral view of dark hair all so familiar and safe that her body relaxes before her conscious mind can catch up. Her smile is immediate and intense, arms coming to lay over Rex’s and squeeze tight, tilting her temple against the Penumbra’s so their cheeks brush and the other woman’s voice hums through every centimeter of skin Hotaru can spare to press against her with.
“There’s been so much, you know me. I’ll steal you for the remainder of the night if I tell you everything.” Grinning like a fox, she spins readily and finds Rexann’s reaching hands with blind surety. A harmony that death could never silence or distort. Ru allows herself to stare for a moment, committing her sister’s face to memory anew. She could never have truly forgotten but the edges had gone soft and fuzzy in ways that had stretched the hurt of her loss ever more over the years.
She dips in to kiss both of her cheeks, relishing in the warmth and aliveness of her other half. “I’ve missed you Rex,” she whispers, allowing an otherwise far too great level of vulnerability to show, safe in the paradoxical privacy granted by a gathering this large. “We should sit, there’s so many cabanas and too little appreciation for them.” And it will allow her to sit all the closer - which she does the moment she whisks them away to settle on the cushioned bench of an empty cabana. Legs thrown girlishly over Rexanna’s, one hand curling in dark hair and the other anchored to her sister’s.
“We figured ourselves out only recently it feels,” she says of Sunjata after a brief but wincing recounting of the ugly middle. But hasn’t it been a year at least? More? Time has passed funnily after the war, and even more strangely since her reunion with the Flood and the Family’s arrival. “But I’d do anything - change and grow in any way - to make sure we don’t lose each other again. It was so much pain, Rex. So much that could’ve been avoided if I’d just...well, I don’t know if I could have, given what happened. Yet I still wish it hadn’t - even if regrets only hold us back.” Her hand tightens around the Penumbra’s pale, delicate fingers. She’d broached the topic more freely than she ever has with anyone else - the deal struck that had involved a child, the weight of Safrin haunting all three of them, her own late return and feelings of being too little too late - because she knows her sister will understand in ways nobody else could possibly could. Especially regarding Hotaru’s feelings about children. But that makes the rebuilt bridges all the more meaningful given the width of the gap they’d had to cross. Willingly. Together.
“It’s made me more hesitant than I’ve ever been about…proposing anything related to children.” Her heterochromatic eyes peek, uncharacteristically timid, from behind windswept strands of gold. Searching for the support of sisterhood that she has never truly managed to replace since Rexanna’s died.
“There’s been so much, you know me. I’ll steal you for the remainder of the night if I tell you everything.” Grinning like a fox, she spins readily and finds Rexann’s reaching hands with blind surety. A harmony that death could never silence or distort. Ru allows herself to stare for a moment, committing her sister’s face to memory anew. She could never have truly forgotten but the edges had gone soft and fuzzy in ways that had stretched the hurt of her loss ever more over the years.
She dips in to kiss both of her cheeks, relishing in the warmth and aliveness of her other half. “I’ve missed you Rex,” she whispers, allowing an otherwise far too great level of vulnerability to show, safe in the paradoxical privacy granted by a gathering this large. “We should sit, there’s so many cabanas and too little appreciation for them.” And it will allow her to sit all the closer - which she does the moment she whisks them away to settle on the cushioned bench of an empty cabana. Legs thrown girlishly over Rexanna’s, one hand curling in dark hair and the other anchored to her sister’s.
“We figured ourselves out only recently it feels,” she says of Sunjata after a brief but wincing recounting of the ugly middle. But hasn’t it been a year at least? More? Time has passed funnily after the war, and even more strangely since her reunion with the Flood and the Family’s arrival. “But I’d do anything - change and grow in any way - to make sure we don’t lose each other again. It was so much pain, Rex. So much that could’ve been avoided if I’d just...well, I don’t know if I could have, given what happened. Yet I still wish it hadn’t - even if regrets only hold us back.” Her hand tightens around the Penumbra’s pale, delicate fingers. She’d broached the topic more freely than she ever has with anyone else - the deal struck that had involved a child, the weight of Safrin haunting all three of them, her own late return and feelings of being too little too late - because she knows her sister will understand in ways nobody else could possibly could. Especially regarding Hotaru’s feelings about children. But that makes the rebuilt bridges all the more meaningful given the width of the gap they’d had to cross. Willingly. Together.
“It’s made me more hesitant than I’ve ever been about…proposing anything related to children.” Her heterochromatic eyes peek, uncharacteristically timid, from behind windswept strands of gold. Searching for the support of sisterhood that she has never truly managed to replace since Rexanna’s died.
and it's screaming from within me
to have us set it free
to have us set it free
