Grim Omens

REXANNA

we were fire and water.
love laced with sin

As she mused, she breathed perhaps a small sigh of relief as Bastien agreed. But where he began to explain it, it was still different on her end. It wasn’t a dream she’d had so vibrantly that she could feel it – it was another life lived, full of memories and wonderful and terrible things, and the more she stared at the red water the more she felt those memories rise and strive for control – an attack, heavily pregnant with twins, another brand – then life. She chewed on the inside of her lip for a few moments, almost forgetting that Bastien was there until she told him not to drink the water – and when he turned to her, her eyes faltered slightly as she stared further into the water.

“It’s so strange. It doesn’t really feel like a dream? Like a true life, with reoccurring memories of different times and different days.” She shrugged slightly, kneeling now in the soft earth as her gaze slipped from the water to the shore. “There was a place like this, in that other land. That’s how I know Deimos – he was my King.” She seemed to stumble over the words briefly, eyebrows furrowing together. “I think I was in a place similar to this, with rivers and waterfalls of scarlet. But I was heavily pregnant with twins.” The words couldn’t stop as Rexanna continued to speak, as though the memories were forcing their way out.

“I was attacked, had my twins. I named them Kiada and Kianzo, a beautiful boy and girl – my sun and my moon.” Her brows furrowed slightly further before she shook her head and looked back to Bastien almost exasperated. “I’m sorry, it all feels so real.” She didn’t know how else to explain it, as if she tried to put words to it and it felt so odd. “I remembered Deimos, and he remembered me. Is such a thing even possible?”

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