i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
Once the meeting was over, Rexanna made it a point to try and get Deimos to remain for a few more moments — a comment of militia duties that certainly didn’t mean what she claimed. No, this was more of a friendly meeting, a get together, an update as to why she’s so exhausted all of the time now. And her gaze focuses on Deimos as soon as the door clicks shut and she takes one of the left behind scones from Amalia’s bakery to snack on despite not needing it.
It was nice to fall into those old habits again.
Her green gaze finds Deimos again with a small mischievous grin. “I have some big news to share.” She says quietly, after the moment to pause and swallow the scone she snacks on. “It’s why I look like I haven’t slept in a month.” She teases, despite the fact she hadn’t ever slept in the recent year or so since she’d Ascended.
It was nice to fall into those old habits again.
Her green gaze finds Deimos again with a small mischievous grin. “I have some big news to share.” She says quietly, after the moment to pause and swallow the scone she snacks on. “It’s why I look like I haven’t slept in a month.” She teases, despite the fact she hadn’t ever slept in the recent year or so since she’d Ascended.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
