the replays run for you

R E X A N N A this is not your destruction The man seemed indifferent despite her proclamations, and embarrassment flashed through her mind for a brief moment. Perhaps she was wrong? But she could have sworn that there was some sort of history there. He mentioned from where, perhaps a bit bored in his response or the tone of his voice – and she began to wonder where too. It was like a dream, but not. It was real, or was it? Her lips parted slightly, pink rosebuds ready to speak before the words died on her lips. She averted her eyes from him, brows furrowing together in confusion so easily read on her face. “I’m not sure the name. It seemed like a dream, but it felt so real.” She began, shifting slightly to cross one leg over the other in her seat. “I had just arrived, at the same time I arrived here – but at that time I was found by a golden thief in the night. He took me to a land of mountains and caverns, the best hot springs I’d ever seen. I think you were there –” She paused, looking back to him beneath long dark lashes as he looked back at her and studied her. She didn’t shrink under that gaze like she typically would have – but there was a familiarity about this man, something that resonated with the word home and safety, and her ultimate betrayal because of love of all ridiculous things. The Rexanna now seemed to think that there were no options for love in her future – so how she had managed to there was surprising. Regardless, she watched him as he began to speak – the utter the name that she had been reaching for like a whisper on the wind. “Deimos.” It was like a puzzle fit back into place and her eyes softened slightly at the realization. He reached his hand out and offered it to her, to which she extended her own pale hand. It was quite small in comparison to his, bruised and scratched in a few spots despite the softness of their touch. She looked at him then, fully, with her hand in his and offered him a brilliant smile. “I think you were the king. The Reaper. And I think I served you for a time as your Thief.” She almost laughed, it seemed to real but so strange. “Do you remember it? The mountains… The Aurora?” She questioned with a cock of her head, her brown hair still slightly tangled, but falling easily over her shoulder. The more she spoke of it, the mountains and the name he had given her, more memories seemed to open up. It came flooding in, so strange as though she was reliving this odd parallel universe – one that they both had been a part of, she was certain of it. Rexanna wouldn’t blame him, however, if he thought she was insane. At this point, she felt as though she was. this is your birth