Grim Omens

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

As Bastien spoke of creating a map, a map entirely washed in green, she snickered slightly. “That does sound awful.” She agreed easily before she became distracted by the memory of the Fae she had seen at the festival. She shrugged her shoulders slightly, following and coming up beside Bastien with a small half smile. “Shorter than I am, but not by much.” She joked, gesturing to herself and all of her 5”4 entirety. Rexanna wasn’t very tall, but she also wasn’t tiny either. In her mind, she was just right.

But she stepped past Bastien to view the crimson waterfall, with a flood of memories, another life and another time, that came falling toward her with the rushing water. She clutched her pack a bit tighter, squinting against the red as Bastien stepped to the edge and dipped his fingers in and informed her it wasn’t blood — relieving to say the least. She exhaled slightly, eyes drifting from Bastien to the water again. “Have you ever had memories of a different life you’ve lived? Like there’s another version of you out there doing different things and you can remember it like your own?” She questioned, knowing full well it sounds stupid as soon as it left her lips. She winced slightly with the question, but shook her head toward him.

“You can if you like, but it’s reminding me of something from a different time — it’s… strange. And I’d rather not chance it personally.” She mused, uncertain if in that moment she should tell him of everything that happened. That she knew Deimos in that other time, that she had many children, dated a man similar and so unlike Bastien, who had fathered the majority of those children. She tightened her mouth into a fine line as she regarded the crimson water with a speculative eye.

and whenever we happened to touch,
smoke rose from our skin.