REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“As long as you are happy.” Comes Deimos’ rumbling reply, and she eyes him from the corner of her gaze with a small smile. “I am.” She says a bit quietly, shrugging her shoulders easily, watching and letting the conversation die as Zuriel takes up the space of dropped conversations. Her eyes flicker from Reaper to Unicorn, a brow raised in question as Deimos’ only response is her name. “Zuriel.” Rexanna reiterates, listening while she watches the unicorn move toward her. Her brows furrow as Zuriel edges closer and closer, until her face is before the newly Ascended’s and a breath rakes across her face.
A smile breaks out on her face, sapphire gaze slipping up to look at Zuriel’s, a hand reaching up to touch – to pet, to transport back to the Basin and all its wonders with a far less complicated life. At least at first. For a moment, her gaze flickers back to the warrior before her as he mentions it’s lengthy, but she knows to not sit and wait for a wonderfully detailed tale. Deimos isn’t the type, he had others for that. A man of little words, but always the important ones.
She hadn’t heard of them descending into the Spire, and her brows flicker slightly in confusion and worry. “Is that why Safrin is sick?” She questions quietly, but lets the question billow in the air as he mentions Kiada being there and it lingers. Yet, a snort slips from her as he mentions she wouldn’t let him return, and she nods. “She’s smart.” Rexanna replies, perhaps a bit wistful and a hint of sadness, but she thinks the Harpy had been raised right (in however terrible of a manner she’d raised her). Her gaze lifts toward the Unicorn again, listening while Deimos tells her she can heal.
“That’s incredible.” She replies simply, hoping to reach and rub the unicorn behind the ear, her head tilting as she does so. “I’m glad you’re alright. Kiada is too, I hope? Her and I… We had an argument in front of the notice board. It went terribly.” She says heaving a small sigh. “I’m grateful she has you.” Her gaze flits over to the Reaper with something like regret and happiness flashing within them.
Then a thought strikes her. “So wait, if you have her and she can heal… Are you going back into the Spire?” The ideas start to spiral in her mind, connecting and fissuring. “Is it because of the blight?” She recalls the way Phoebe had spoken of it, worry crossing her face for a moment as she focuses on Deimos once more.
A smile breaks out on her face, sapphire gaze slipping up to look at Zuriel’s, a hand reaching up to touch – to pet, to transport back to the Basin and all its wonders with a far less complicated life. At least at first. For a moment, her gaze flickers back to the warrior before her as he mentions it’s lengthy, but she knows to not sit and wait for a wonderfully detailed tale. Deimos isn’t the type, he had others for that. A man of little words, but always the important ones.
She hadn’t heard of them descending into the Spire, and her brows flicker slightly in confusion and worry. “Is that why Safrin is sick?” She questions quietly, but lets the question billow in the air as he mentions Kiada being there and it lingers. Yet, a snort slips from her as he mentions she wouldn’t let him return, and she nods. “She’s smart.” Rexanna replies, perhaps a bit wistful and a hint of sadness, but she thinks the Harpy had been raised right (in however terrible of a manner she’d raised her). Her gaze lifts toward the Unicorn again, listening while Deimos tells her she can heal.
“That’s incredible.” She replies simply, hoping to reach and rub the unicorn behind the ear, her head tilting as she does so. “I’m glad you’re alright. Kiada is too, I hope? Her and I… We had an argument in front of the notice board. It went terribly.” She says heaving a small sigh. “I’m grateful she has you.” Her gaze flits over to the Reaper with something like regret and happiness flashing within them.
Then a thought strikes her. “So wait, if you have her and she can heal… Are you going back into the Spire?” The ideas start to spiral in her mind, connecting and fissuring. “Is it because of the blight?” She recalls the way Phoebe had spoken of it, worry crossing her face for a moment as she focuses on Deimos once more.
and a wound in the other
