RExANNA
the penumbra
She doesn’t expect the Voice to let her grasp her hand, and there’s a slight hitch of surprise that crosses her when the Voice squeezes her hand back, her thank you and her glances around to survey the sharpness of the world she’d missed for far too long. And she focuses back on the Voice’s electric shape, the goddess’ voice soft and apologetic for what the LongNight monsters had done. She leans into the touch slightly, like a child starved, as her goddess tucks her hair behind her ear.
“Thank you.” She says again quietly, softly, hushed – unsure how she can repay it, or if she can. “Is there anything I can do for you to show my gratitude?” She asks, eyes alight and curious – wondering if there’s anything that she can try to do. She’s already shown Deimos and Loren that the Voice can fix their brokenness, that the Voice is almost always there for her, almost always around to help her when she needs it. And she’s entirely grateful for that alone.
“Thank you.” She says again quietly, softly, hushed – unsure how she can repay it, or if she can. “Is there anything I can do for you to show my gratitude?” She asks, eyes alight and curious – wondering if there’s anything that she can try to do. She’s already shown Deimos and Loren that the Voice can fix their brokenness, that the Voice is almost always there for her, almost always around to help her when she needs it. And she’s entirely grateful for that alone.
don't get cut on my edges
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
