REXANNA
Bastien soon sets off to put the painting in progress down, while Rexanna focuses on her friend. As her daughter’s name leaves her lips, she watches the sentiment hit, and gods, it hits hard. Her eyes soften as she reaches for her sister, pulling her in tight against her chest, tight and close, enough to share breath if the Penumbra needed to breathe at all. She figures that just means Hotaru could crush her if she wanted, and Rexanna would never find it in her to complain.
Her eyes are glassy, however, and she turns her chin from Rexanna and asks the obvious question – one that causes Rexanna’s lips to shift downward in a small frown. “I was not a good mother, you know this Hotaru.” She says softly, reaching for her sister again. “She blames me for a lot of what happened, and I don’t blame her for it. But she is with Deimos, and I know he will take good care of her.” She adds, as if it helps at all.
But the next question makes her dark brows furrow ever so slightly, and she gnaws on her lip absentmindedly. “She’s as well as she can be… Much has happened in all the worlds we’ve been to.” She explains, dancing around the obvious of oh your son was here for a second time and she had to watch him die. again. “She remembers everything, better than I do. She came directly from it all.” She tells her, trying to soften the blow, but blocking Hotaru from Bastien, wherever he’s slipped away to, in case she needs to break and meld back together.
It was a lot for a new Outlander to handle, and Rexanna feels guilty for a moment of bringing it all up. But she needed to know. And she soon reaches for soft silk and fleece blankets to drape around her sister’s shoulders, tugging her into her again with a light squeeze. “She is strong, like we knew she would be.” She says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her sister’s temple.
Her eyes are glassy, however, and she turns her chin from Rexanna and asks the obvious question – one that causes Rexanna’s lips to shift downward in a small frown. “I was not a good mother, you know this Hotaru.” She says softly, reaching for her sister again. “She blames me for a lot of what happened, and I don’t blame her for it. But she is with Deimos, and I know he will take good care of her.” She adds, as if it helps at all.
But the next question makes her dark brows furrow ever so slightly, and she gnaws on her lip absentmindedly. “She’s as well as she can be… Much has happened in all the worlds we’ve been to.” She explains, dancing around the obvious of oh your son was here for a second time and she had to watch him die. again. “She remembers everything, better than I do. She came directly from it all.” She tells her, trying to soften the blow, but blocking Hotaru from Bastien, wherever he’s slipped away to, in case she needs to break and meld back together.
It was a lot for a new Outlander to handle, and Rexanna feels guilty for a moment of bringing it all up. But she needed to know. And she soon reaches for soft silk and fleece blankets to drape around her sister’s shoulders, tugging her into her again with a light squeeze. “She is strong, like we knew she would be.” She says softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her sister’s temple.
until the lambs
have become
lions
