gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
“Good.” Rexanna begins, before Remi is distracted by the mention of Deimos’ death. “Me? Oh, no. I didn’t die.” She says soothingly, hands tracing the wings and feathers extended. “There’s still that other version of me out there somewhere, I think. I went with Kiada to that other world, when my own fell. And I just… didn’t quite leave like she did. Makes things awkward though since she’s only a few years younger than me.” A hum of amusement leaves her throat toward the end.“You didn’t know.” She offers easily, nothing of her history in this world or any others were anyone’s fault. It just made it harder when people recalled it. Like Deimos, like Kiada, like Hotaru. But when he comments next, she nods along. “I suppose we’re birds of a feather, you and I.” The pun is too good to miss, and with it she strokes one of his feathers with a small smile.
But at the comment, he offers her a sad smile and snugs his fingers around her. “There’s nothing I can do other than let her see I’m not the same as I was. And who knows? Her brother could show up one day. Or won’t. She’s moved on from it I think, but it’s got to be hard to be a twin and lose your other half.” She murmurs before shaking her head. “But that’s the past. Can’t do anything about it now other than go forward.” She gives him a brighter smile than the one he’d given her.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
