the replays run for you

R E X A N N A this is not your destruction She listened, leaning against the table as Deimos stared at his empty glass, spinning it back and forth before he spoke. Her eyes lingered on him briefly before looking toward her own glass. He continued, however, and she nodded in agreement. This was a strange world, full of many uncertainties. There was so much to learn and so much to do and for whatever reason, Rexanna felt as though she was running out of time. She sucked in a breath, her eyes shifting back toward him as he chuckled – brows lifting in quiet surprise. As he responded, a grin formed across her features. “Och, but what fun is a long term plan in a new world with endless possibilities?” She chided with a small laugh. But it grew a bit more serious as he asked what talents she possessed, and it felt an awful lot like when she first met him – standing beside that gilded man, a thief in the night; and him. Stark and dark against the chill of the winter heights, of the mountains that screamed home for so long to her. She couldn’t recall her own answer to him, but she knew her fierce determination was still resolute in her heart. She turned her head and grinned to him. “I do my best to negotiate.” She replied with a wink sent in his direction before she cleared her throat. “I’m not sure what people need here either. I think I might just do whatever the world needs and hopefully the pieces fall into place.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “Easier than trying to figure it out right away. Helps to make sure you aren’t making some kind of mistake, you know?” She finally answered, her eyes shifting to him. this is your birth