light the fuse

REXANNA for a time it seemed to me, that we were starlight-touched... failing to realize that we were starcrossed, There was a comfortable and quiet companionship that Rexanna and Deimos had. And despite the fact they had failed at the shrine, they had at least tried. They couldn’t have known they’d fail when they went, but at least they attempted to go to the source. And without it, it was a quiet shuffling toward the Loreseeker’s Guild, wondering what kind of information they might have here. Perhaps against her judgement they might have more than she initially thought. But she went regardless, because it was some quiet pact between the Reaper and Siren that they were in this together. Side by side. And she stuck next to him as though there were safety in numbers, despite the fact there was no real threat. Yet, anyhow. But they had reached the doorway and Deimos held it open for her. She stepped in quietly, stepping aside to leave room for Deimos as they stood waiting to see what would happen. Jigano had once told her of the living books in here, and while she wanted to find out more information, she didn’t want to be swept away into one just yet. Luckily for her, Deimos’ voice rung out along the old books and stone walls – she listened while it echoed slightly. She hoped perhaps there were people around, otherwise their attempts to gather information regarding the barrier would be long and tiring. And Rexanna wasn’t really the patient kind of woman. She was optimistic, driven and focused. But when it came to books she found it a bit exhausting. So she stood side by side with Deimos, looking around the Atheneum with interest and intrigue. “We want to learn more about it.” Her chime of a voice echoed too, but was softer and lighter on the air than her counterpart. What a pair they made, beautiful and foreboding. She only hoped there were those willing to answer. After all, it wasn’t like they were charging into the Spire. the stars were never on our side.