i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
“Big news.” Rexanna repeats with a brightly fanged grin despite her exhaustion. Still she can’t help the snort that leaves her with the question — the implications of what Deimos tells her when it comes down to it. What did she have up her sleeve this time? So she tilts her head a small amount, smile softening into something gentle as she looks to her best friend.
“Bastien and I are expecting a child.” She says quietly, almost beaming despite the dull aura she gives. But she quickly moves on, to avoid the certain question of how that even worked. “We asked the Voice if it were possible, and she’s making us one.” Made. From scratch. Her head tilts up as she lets her emerald gaze scan the ceiling a brief moment, a deep inhale of unneeded breath. “She took some of our strength to make it happen.” Her gaze finds Deimos again, nothing but excitement lingering in her gaze, in her heart.
“Bastien and I are expecting a child.” She says quietly, almost beaming despite the dull aura she gives. But she quickly moves on, to avoid the certain question of how that even worked. “We asked the Voice if it were possible, and she’s making us one.” Made. From scratch. Her head tilts up as she lets her emerald gaze scan the ceiling a brief moment, a deep inhale of unneeded breath. “She took some of our strength to make it happen.” Her gaze finds Deimos again, nothing but excitement lingering in her gaze, in her heart.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
