REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
They were two sides of the same coin, and they always had been. Since the moment they had met and she told him she wanted a purpose, to become someone to gather information, to inform and sneak and slip through all the cracks of the world around them. She had told him she had hoped to provide some use for him, and he in turn had asked her what qualities she had possessed. Little did she know it would blossom into something lore, something akin to a longtime friendship, companionship, a shoulder to lean on. And when poised with the question, upon meeting the Reaper for the first time, she had told him ‘a charming face, earn trust, and destroy the unfortunate soul to have wronged her.
And he had made her what she’d always been. A shadow, a thief, an unexpected informant dressed in silks and gold — one foot in the shadow, only now she had two.
And she lifts her glass to a man she’d claim her brother if anyone ever asked, because that’s how she feels. Protect, fight, have each other’s backs. A complete force to be reckoned with. “As have you!” She says with a small smile and nod before downing another bit of the liquid that should be affecting her but isn’t.
But then, with the children, she finds the smile faltering — shifting and becoming something akin to a deep frown when he mentions they had gotten two. The plan was listed out, but it made sense to her. Strike them both so when word spreads there’s no way to respond to the both of them. And she gives him an inquisitive look as he mentions he went to the Throat, yet another set of monarchs she didn’t recall. All she had known of the Basin was the man before her and that woman… Ophelia, before she had left.
Her head tilts with it, the lingering pauses to make her wonder and think, and she lets her gaze settle on Deimos again. “Were you successful?”
And he had made her what she’d always been. A shadow, a thief, an unexpected informant dressed in silks and gold — one foot in the shadow, only now she had two.
And she lifts her glass to a man she’d claim her brother if anyone ever asked, because that’s how she feels. Protect, fight, have each other’s backs. A complete force to be reckoned with. “As have you!” She says with a small smile and nod before downing another bit of the liquid that should be affecting her but isn’t.
But then, with the children, she finds the smile faltering — shifting and becoming something akin to a deep frown when he mentions they had gotten two. The plan was listed out, but it made sense to her. Strike them both so when word spreads there’s no way to respond to the both of them. And she gives him an inquisitive look as he mentions he went to the Throat, yet another set of monarchs she didn’t recall. All she had known of the Basin was the man before her and that woman… Ophelia, before she had left.
Her head tilts with it, the lingering pauses to make her wonder and think, and she lets her gaze settle on Deimos again. “Were you successful?”
and a wound in the other
