REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“Which one do you intend to pick?” The question that comes from the Reaper is one that takes her a moment to respond to. She could say a great many things, of battles and wars to be waged and fought – of people to protect, to show the way, to prove it doesn’t end when things seem hopeless. That you can still move on, become something greater, something better.
They’re a perfect example, themselves, actually. And she looks to her oldest friend with a gentle smile, seeing the history of everything they’d been through. Built and made from the crevices and crags of mountains, of the wolves that howled and thundered through the night. A place of safety, of strength, of power, and will. She tilts her head to him with that same gentle, nostalgic smile, edged with something akin to a blade before she huffs a quiet bit of laughter.
“Don’t know yet. I suppose we’ll find out when we get there?” She says with a roll of her shoulders, shrugging. Mostly because she doesn’t know what to say. There currently isn’t a battle, isn’t a war to be waged, isn’t something to be won. Zariah is gone, and new kings and queens have taken her place. But she knows like everything else that the peace will not last long – it rarely ever did.
Sapphire gaze slip back to Deimos and she gives him a quiet grin. “Just like the old days.” She adds on after a moments contemplation. Because it was, in another life and different version. All they’d ever done was fight for what was right – perhaps with a few blunders here and there, but you lived and learned, there was much to be done yet.
They’re a perfect example, themselves, actually. And she looks to her oldest friend with a gentle smile, seeing the history of everything they’d been through. Built and made from the crevices and crags of mountains, of the wolves that howled and thundered through the night. A place of safety, of strength, of power, and will. She tilts her head to him with that same gentle, nostalgic smile, edged with something akin to a blade before she huffs a quiet bit of laughter.
“Don’t know yet. I suppose we’ll find out when we get there?” She says with a roll of her shoulders, shrugging. Mostly because she doesn’t know what to say. There currently isn’t a battle, isn’t a war to be waged, isn’t something to be won. Zariah is gone, and new kings and queens have taken her place. But she knows like everything else that the peace will not last long – it rarely ever did.
Sapphire gaze slip back to Deimos and she gives him a quiet grin. “Just like the old days.” She adds on after a moments contemplation. Because it was, in another life and different version. All they’d ever done was fight for what was right – perhaps with a few blunders here and there, but you lived and learned, there was much to be done yet.
and a wound in the other
