REXANNA
when the nighttime comes, say yes, say yes
Oh, she absolutely could use more training, and with the idea of Deimos leading a sort of small grouping of them, she can’t be left behind. No, she arrives easily in clothes that cover every inch, her parasol in hand as she seeks out some space in the shade, letting her verdant gaze drift to all of those that have already arrived, appearing briefly after Hotaru’s comment. “Seems more like the old trio.” She replies with a playful chime toward her sister, reaching forward to pull the woman in for a hug and a light kiss to her cheek.
But her eyes flit back toward Deimos then, giving him a cheerful grin of greeting, a few more somber nods toward Jigano and Maea in their own respective greetings as well. She doesn’t know them as well as she knows the Sword and Hotaru, yet she can’t help but to interject the feeling of home among the rest of them gathered.
But her eyes flit back toward Deimos then, giving him a cheerful grin of greeting, a few more somber nods toward Jigano and Maea in their own respective greetings as well. She doesn’t know them as well as she knows the Sword and Hotaru, yet she can’t help but to interject the feeling of home among the rest of them gathered.
we can rule this world forever
