REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
He mentions mountains, and her eyes slide over to him curiously with a raised brow. No longer does she feel the chill in the air, no longer does any of it bother her. Perhaps the mountains would make a beautiful home, to relive the days before ridiculous men and terrible promises were made had destroyed everything she knew and held dear. She inclines her head, raising her glass to his to clink against his in a silent cheer of I pray there is.
But then she notices something akin to concern and her smile grows wider, bolder, edging toward a smirk as she raises a brow at him. It’s a friendly warning, but there’s something within her that screams toward the strangeness of it. Once, the man before her had been of quite a few less words than he is now, with less expressed emotions. And he offers her the consideration of being careful, to not let the painless life she leads to get her into places she can’t get out. And she nods as the smile begins to falter, a joke brimming on the tip of her tongue.
Unknowingly, she sounds exactly like her daughter.
“Yes, dad.” She winks to him before a laugh escapes her and she shakes her head, dark tresses falling about her shoulders. “I’ll be careful.” She offers as a true answer. But he ponders her offer, and she perks up when he considers whether or not to allow her to come – to see what is held within the inside of the Spire. Perhaps another time, after they’ve already exhausted all other options. She nods to his response, finding it a compromising outcome. “Alright. You know where you can find me.” She says lightly, giving him a small considerate smile once more. “But you be careful too, down there. I don’t want to lose you again.”
But then she notices something akin to concern and her smile grows wider, bolder, edging toward a smirk as she raises a brow at him. It’s a friendly warning, but there’s something within her that screams toward the strangeness of it. Once, the man before her had been of quite a few less words than he is now, with less expressed emotions. And he offers her the consideration of being careful, to not let the painless life she leads to get her into places she can’t get out. And she nods as the smile begins to falter, a joke brimming on the tip of her tongue.
Unknowingly, she sounds exactly like her daughter.
“Yes, dad.” She winks to him before a laugh escapes her and she shakes her head, dark tresses falling about her shoulders. “I’ll be careful.” She offers as a true answer. But he ponders her offer, and she perks up when he considers whether or not to allow her to come – to see what is held within the inside of the Spire. Perhaps another time, after they’ve already exhausted all other options. She nods to his response, finding it a compromising outcome. “Alright. You know where you can find me.” She says lightly, giving him a small considerate smile once more. “But you be careful too, down there. I don’t want to lose you again.”
and a wound in the other
