REXANNA
the penumbra
While Archebold may have craved the social interaction of society once more, the Penumbra craved the quiet of the outer edges of society. She has nothing to complain about, nothing to fret over, nothing to begrudge and do, but sometimes the silence was needed — sometimes it was required. And with her new body, her changing mind, the weapon and power she has become, she finds it the easiest to slip away.
She’s nearing the bridge when she hears the two-note tune, pausing briefly before she hears the clicking along the bridge — she knows it doesn’t come from her, from the closed parasol she carries with her, a gift from Arduinna. And while she mulls over the possibilities, she shakes her short hair about her shoulders.
It couldn’t be Archebold. Definitely not.
So she continues on, slinging the parasol around her arm as she slips onto the bone bridge in the darkness, sapphire eyes alight despite the darkened world she finds herself in. She has become better adjusted, better all around, and she doesn’t stop when she recognizes Archebold though a hint of surprise hums through her. She recalls a year ago when they had danced upon the bridge, when she had tested him and teased him — a dangerous game for one who craved it.
“Archebold!” She calls in mock surprise, careful to keep her secret hidden for the moment as she nears, parasol lingering quickly at her fingertips as she moves to settle and block his way. “I see you’re alive!” Her lips form a small smirk, a huff of a laugh leaving her, though she remains distanced, sapphire eyes full of amusement — no longer the fear and surprise she once held. She never once guessed if he had died, but it has been ages since she’d seen him last. She has to poke fun somewhere.
She’s nearing the bridge when she hears the two-note tune, pausing briefly before she hears the clicking along the bridge — she knows it doesn’t come from her, from the closed parasol she carries with her, a gift from Arduinna. And while she mulls over the possibilities, she shakes her short hair about her shoulders.
It couldn’t be Archebold. Definitely not.
So she continues on, slinging the parasol around her arm as she slips onto the bone bridge in the darkness, sapphire eyes alight despite the darkened world she finds herself in. She has become better adjusted, better all around, and she doesn’t stop when she recognizes Archebold though a hint of surprise hums through her. She recalls a year ago when they had danced upon the bridge, when she had tested him and teased him — a dangerous game for one who craved it.
“Archebold!” She calls in mock surprise, careful to keep her secret hidden for the moment as she nears, parasol lingering quickly at her fingertips as she moves to settle and block his way. “I see you’re alive!” Her lips form a small smirk, a huff of a laugh leaving her, though she remains distanced, sapphire eyes full of amusement — no longer the fear and surprise she once held. She never once guessed if he had died, but it has been ages since she’d seen him last. She has to poke fun somewhere.
because you, like rome
were built on ashes
and you, like a phoenix, know how to
rise and resurrect
