REXANNA
you don't get to die and be reborn the same.
you come back,
She listens as Remi speaks of the snow; and she nods understandingly with a gentle smile along her face. “You have someone nice and toasty to cuddle up to at least!” She grins, flashing him a wink before he speaks about Longnight and her tone grows a smidge more serious. Ludo, hmm? She’s never met the god, nor Safrin for that matter, but she hopes that things will go well for him in regards to helping. Gods knew Remi’s track record for getting the wrong kind of attention from the Gods was something he had a knack for. She nods though, giving him a soft smile and a squeeze of his hand. “I hope it goes well for you.” There’s sincerity in her voice, and she means it when she looks into his face.
But as he continues his impeccable recreation of Bastien, Rexanna can’t help the giggles. “Oh stop, I’m blushing!” She aims to playfully cover her face before she revolves into laughter with him. This was all she’d ever wanted with a friend, light joking, good company, and shared experiences they could joke about sometime in the future when the wounds weren’t so raw. She grins to him as she tells him how Bastien and her shared their first I love you’s, and she can’t help the blush that creeps over her cheeks as he mentions wedding bells.
“It took us how many seasons to say I love you?” She ponders with a laugh. “Itll likely be next year before things move fast like that. We’re like molasses!” She chimes with another bubbly laugh. “Bastien isn’t much one for rushing into things that are incredibly dangerous, so I think we have time.” She jokes, despite knowing that time can be treading deep into the unknown. “I don’t have much to offer for your wedding other than clothes and fireworks, but I’d love to help in any way I can. Even if you want a splash of color while you kiss!” She leans in as though it’s a secret, a hand pulling away from his to summon the small sparkler as it fizzles.
But as he continues his impeccable recreation of Bastien, Rexanna can’t help the giggles. “Oh stop, I’m blushing!” She aims to playfully cover her face before she revolves into laughter with him. This was all she’d ever wanted with a friend, light joking, good company, and shared experiences they could joke about sometime in the future when the wounds weren’t so raw. She grins to him as she tells him how Bastien and her shared their first I love you’s, and she can’t help the blush that creeps over her cheeks as he mentions wedding bells.
“It took us how many seasons to say I love you?” She ponders with a laugh. “Itll likely be next year before things move fast like that. We’re like molasses!” She chimes with another bubbly laugh. “Bastien isn’t much one for rushing into things that are incredibly dangerous, so I think we have time.” She jokes, despite knowing that time can be treading deep into the unknown. “I don’t have much to offer for your wedding other than clothes and fireworks, but I’d love to help in any way I can. Even if you want a splash of color while you kiss!” She leans in as though it’s a secret, a hand pulling away from his to summon the small sparkler as it fizzles.
but you come back wrong
this is the price
you pay for
resurrection
