REXANNA
you don't get to die and be reborn the same.
you come back,
His voice rumbles, and for a moment she watches his face in a small amount of fear of retaliation, of arguments and fire, of brimstone and blame, but there’s nothing. Her betrayal once before wasn’t a reflection on her now – she hopes she has proven it. She hopes, much like with Kiada, that she’s a different version of herself. The better version. But she has no real way of knowing other than keeping promises, and this promise was something easy to keep. If only it weren’t for Zariah lurking around every corner.
But as she tells him that she can’t make more than this, she nods in understanding. “Practice makes perfect, right?” She asks with a tilt to her head, a small smile creeping on the edges of her lips. When she’s done with the brooch, she inspects it before looking up at Deimos and a gentle smile despite the memories it brought back. “Do you remember the hot springs? Those were my favorite.” She hummed with the memory, aiming to reach up and pin the aurora crested brooch onto his clothes.
She had so many memories, of painting and destruction, of the festivals they had held and the brilliance of the light overhead. She didn’t know how the other version of her had thought the Edge would be better. It was murky and foggy, drafty and dull. In the Basin, she at least had him and the mountains, the lights overhead, and respect from her peers.
But as she tells him that she can’t make more than this, she nods in understanding. “Practice makes perfect, right?” She asks with a tilt to her head, a small smile creeping on the edges of her lips. When she’s done with the brooch, she inspects it before looking up at Deimos and a gentle smile despite the memories it brought back. “Do you remember the hot springs? Those were my favorite.” She hummed with the memory, aiming to reach up and pin the aurora crested brooch onto his clothes.
She had so many memories, of painting and destruction, of the festivals they had held and the brilliance of the light overhead. She didn’t know how the other version of her had thought the Edge would be better. It was murky and foggy, drafty and dull. In the Basin, she at least had him and the mountains, the lights overhead, and respect from her peers.
but you come back wrong
this is the price
you pay for
resurrection
