REXANNA
It’s true. For the Penumbra that Rexanna is, Hotaru has always been her Antumbra. And she’ll embrace her sister, best friend, person until the end, should she wish it. She’s only sad that she will not age as Hotaru does. Still, she holds her tight with a soft smile playing on her lips as Hotaru smiles, and mentions the set of twins that nearly killed her. Her head tilts, and she contemplates. “Thranduil’s?” She asks with a tilt to her head as Hotaru laughs. “I’m not surprised, the man’s a beast.” She snorts in response, a slight shrug of her shoulders.
Gods how she’s missed the gossip, the chatter between two friends, two family members. Even if it delves into the sadness that it does, even if it delves into the sorrow they both feel at those that are lost – and her sister clings to her hand, she holds her tight as she can. The Penumbra and Valkyrie, their own eclipse in the night and the dawn filtered blinds. She says nothing to this, other than to nod along and brush away Hotaru’s tears.
What can she say?
She can’t bring them back. She won’t give hope where there is none. She learned that the hard way.
Instead, she combs her fingers through Hotaru’s hair, softly and gently, as the Valkyrie grows soothed. Another smile, softer than before, graces her face as she looks down to her sister, letting her hold and squeeze as much as she wanted. Rexanna doesn’t need to breathe, so if Hotaru wishes to squeeze her as tight as she can for as long as she needs, the Penumbra would never complain.
“Yes, men be damned. Our giant family tree, with some overlap.” She recalls with a wink, lightening the mood the most she can, before she settles in to look at her sister fully in the dark room. An almost playful smirk crosses her face as Hotaru tells her she can’t get rid of her. “Who said I wanted to?” She gives her sister a wink before she pulls her in tight, close, letting her do whatever she needs to relax and thrive.
“I’m here for you, for everything and all of it. I will not leave you again.” She vows, quiet, but truthful. If she’d have trouble getting rid of Hotaru, the Valkyrie better be prepared for the same.
Gods how she’s missed the gossip, the chatter between two friends, two family members. Even if it delves into the sadness that it does, even if it delves into the sorrow they both feel at those that are lost – and her sister clings to her hand, she holds her tight as she can. The Penumbra and Valkyrie, their own eclipse in the night and the dawn filtered blinds. She says nothing to this, other than to nod along and brush away Hotaru’s tears.
What can she say?
She can’t bring them back. She won’t give hope where there is none. She learned that the hard way.
Instead, she combs her fingers through Hotaru’s hair, softly and gently, as the Valkyrie grows soothed. Another smile, softer than before, graces her face as she looks down to her sister, letting her hold and squeeze as much as she wanted. Rexanna doesn’t need to breathe, so if Hotaru wishes to squeeze her as tight as she can for as long as she needs, the Penumbra would never complain.
“Yes, men be damned. Our giant family tree, with some overlap.” She recalls with a wink, lightening the mood the most she can, before she settles in to look at her sister fully in the dark room. An almost playful smirk crosses her face as Hotaru tells her she can’t get rid of her. “Who said I wanted to?” She gives her sister a wink before she pulls her in tight, close, letting her do whatever she needs to relax and thrive.
“I’m here for you, for everything and all of it. I will not leave you again.” She vows, quiet, but truthful. If she’d have trouble getting rid of Hotaru, the Valkyrie better be prepared for the same.
until the lambs
have become
lions
