i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
The question that leaves him is met with a bright nod from Rexanna, a softer smile that crosses her face. “We are.” Though despite the trips she’d taken to Torchline as of late. She keeps those mostly under wraps, unsure what Deimos might mention toward Amalia, and already knowing the footing she holds with the Shield by simply being as she is. So she bites her tongue on that, gesturing to the Artist’s Guild around them, of the paint and projects scattered about that certainly suggested that she and Bastien remained inside most of the time. “We started working on a nursery.” She says softly, quietly, a bit of a brightness in her heart with it – a thing she’d never had before, not with any of her other self’s children, nor the first born of this life.
But she explains the anniversaries, and her head tilts a small amount as her gaze flickers on him again. “Thank you.” She says softly, a bit more honestly. A gentleness that she knows it’s a risk they take and how it might look. But it was something they both wanted, something the Voice was willing to try to do, and she couldn’t help but to look forward to what the result would be like. A life to live, a child to rear, one to fix the mistakes of her other self’s making. “I think we’re okay, Deimos. Really.” She says, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze, her own lukewarm in comparison. “Just my best friend, there.” She teases with a wink.
But she explains the anniversaries, and her head tilts a small amount as her gaze flickers on him again. “Thank you.” She says softly, a bit more honestly. A gentleness that she knows it’s a risk they take and how it might look. But it was something they both wanted, something the Voice was willing to try to do, and she couldn’t help but to look forward to what the result would be like. A life to live, a child to rear, one to fix the mistakes of her other self’s making. “I think we’re okay, Deimos. Really.” She says, reaching out to give his hand a squeeze, her own lukewarm in comparison. “Just my best friend, there.” She teases with a wink.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
