REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
A bright smirk is shown in response to his congratulations, with a glance and gleam in her sapphire gaze that almost seems to scream freedom, like that of a caged wolf finally shown the world. But it’s not just because of Zariah that her gaze gleams like that, it’s because of everything she can see and do now – of a body that rarely tires and eyes that see impeccably in the dark. And there’s a part of her that can hear the rumbling of his voice of pride, too.
And he moves, her eyes following him briefly before she moves herself and makes her way to a sofa of sorts she finds, sprawling out on it like a cat, across from where Deimos chooses to sit when he’s done grabbing his liquor. She watches easily while he makes two glasses, and she swallows a bit hard as he gives her a look and full attention – ready to hear her tale of woes and victory. She obliges with the drink, however, remaining some semblance of normalcy – even as it doesn’t burn when it goes down, when the taste doesn’t linger or penetrate her tongue.
“Well, for starters, she summoned me to the manor for what seemed like idle chitchat a few weeks ago.” She pauses with a slight shrug, her fingers gripping the glass as her gaze flickers from it to him. “As it turns out, she’s… heard about my previous want for children, and had planned to give me just that apparently.” She snorts a bit, as though it doesn’t mean anything to her now – and how could it? She can’t bear them anymore. “She was marrying me into the family, to a man they had adopted of sorts. Naturally I said no, and I’m sure you can guess how well that went.” She says with a slight frown as she recalls the memory, leaning back on the chair – full dramatics, despite the severity of the situation.
“She locked me in the manor, arranged the marriage for the following morning. But I escaped, in a blaze of fire with my fireworks as I’m sure you’re picturing now.” She glances to him with a quiet chuckle. “And then, well, I broke the oath I had with her.” She sits up fully, to give him all of her attention – leaning forward like him with all the dramatics long gone – nothing but seriousness lining the pale edges of her face. “I went to the Voice with the man you saw me with at Remi’s wedding. And I Ascended.” Her tone holds none of the fun, joyous nature, but a sound he’d likely only heard once – when her determination had been her structure upon joining the Basin for the first time.
Long when he had asked her what she wanted to do with her life, with them in the Basin, and she had said a similar thing. She gives him a grin, nearly predatory in nature compared to her usual jubilance, and where her normally even teeth were, fangs were seen. She lifts the glass, then, eyeing him to see how he’s taken the news.
And he moves, her eyes following him briefly before she moves herself and makes her way to a sofa of sorts she finds, sprawling out on it like a cat, across from where Deimos chooses to sit when he’s done grabbing his liquor. She watches easily while he makes two glasses, and she swallows a bit hard as he gives her a look and full attention – ready to hear her tale of woes and victory. She obliges with the drink, however, remaining some semblance of normalcy – even as it doesn’t burn when it goes down, when the taste doesn’t linger or penetrate her tongue.
“Well, for starters, she summoned me to the manor for what seemed like idle chitchat a few weeks ago.” She pauses with a slight shrug, her fingers gripping the glass as her gaze flickers from it to him. “As it turns out, she’s… heard about my previous want for children, and had planned to give me just that apparently.” She snorts a bit, as though it doesn’t mean anything to her now – and how could it? She can’t bear them anymore. “She was marrying me into the family, to a man they had adopted of sorts. Naturally I said no, and I’m sure you can guess how well that went.” She says with a slight frown as she recalls the memory, leaning back on the chair – full dramatics, despite the severity of the situation.
“She locked me in the manor, arranged the marriage for the following morning. But I escaped, in a blaze of fire with my fireworks as I’m sure you’re picturing now.” She glances to him with a quiet chuckle. “And then, well, I broke the oath I had with her.” She sits up fully, to give him all of her attention – leaning forward like him with all the dramatics long gone – nothing but seriousness lining the pale edges of her face. “I went to the Voice with the man you saw me with at Remi’s wedding. And I Ascended.” Her tone holds none of the fun, joyous nature, but a sound he’d likely only heard once – when her determination had been her structure upon joining the Basin for the first time.
Long when he had asked her what she wanted to do with her life, with them in the Basin, and she had said a similar thing. She gives him a grin, nearly predatory in nature compared to her usual jubilance, and where her normally even teeth were, fangs were seen. She lifts the glass, then, eyeing him to see how he’s taken the news.
and a wound in the other
