REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
He helps brace her while she sits before settling for wrapping a towel around her while she explains, and she pauses to listen as he tells her he finds it hard to believe she’d be a terrible mother. Perhaps not in this life, but certainly in that other world. Still, she gives him an appreciative smile. “I was too worried about keeping Kiada’s father happy, and apparently it was having a million children.” She explains with a wry smile. “Didn’t stop him though, I think Kiada has a very extended family.” She tries to shrug it off, even if a part of it hurt to say.
At least with Bastien, she was enough.
She nods to him despite it, soaking in the words. “Thank you.” It’s quiet when she says it, but she feels it with every ounce of herself. But he questions the twins names and she finds another smile gracing her face. “I am awful with names, so I went with their father’s language. Kianzo means the beginning. and Kiada means orderly, schematic, by the book.” She says, even if neither of those translations were correct for their personalities. She wrinkles her nose slightly. “My name is….” She hums thoughtfully; thinking of the term of those lost texts they had based her language around. “Latin…? It didn’t come from my world.” She tries to shrug again, eyes falling onto him once more.
But she grows somber, sorrowful for having not told him sooner despite everything that had happened. And she puffs out a bit of relieved air at his explanation, taking his hand and standing, pulling the towel tight along her pale, scarred, broken body. “I don’t think she much wants anything to do with us, if I’m being honest. I’m sure Deimos will drag her to our wedding anyway.” She says with a small snort and small fanged smile.
Yet, she agrees with him, and that’s why she adores him so much. He allows her to be herself and she allows him to be himself. They weren’t changing each other by simply being together, and it was a breath of fresh air she didn’t know how badly she needed it. And she spends the next moment looking into his face, into his eyes, reaching up with her good arm to brush her fingers along his jawline as she leans against him. “I love you Bastien.”
At least with Bastien, she was enough.
She nods to him despite it, soaking in the words. “Thank you.” It’s quiet when she says it, but she feels it with every ounce of herself. But he questions the twins names and she finds another smile gracing her face. “I am awful with names, so I went with their father’s language. Kianzo means the beginning. and Kiada means orderly, schematic, by the book.” She says, even if neither of those translations were correct for their personalities. She wrinkles her nose slightly. “My name is….” She hums thoughtfully; thinking of the term of those lost texts they had based her language around. “Latin…? It didn’t come from my world.” She tries to shrug again, eyes falling onto him once more.
But she grows somber, sorrowful for having not told him sooner despite everything that had happened. And she puffs out a bit of relieved air at his explanation, taking his hand and standing, pulling the towel tight along her pale, scarred, broken body. “I don’t think she much wants anything to do with us, if I’m being honest. I’m sure Deimos will drag her to our wedding anyway.” She says with a small snort and small fanged smile.
Yet, she agrees with him, and that’s why she adores him so much. He allows her to be herself and she allows him to be himself. They weren’t changing each other by simply being together, and it was a breath of fresh air she didn’t know how badly she needed it. And she spends the next moment looking into his face, into his eyes, reaching up with her good arm to brush her fingers along his jawline as she leans against him. “I love you Bastien.”
and a wound in the other
