and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
It goes unsaid, the anxiety of it all. The idea that hollow sockets where eyes should be could be frightening to those unexpecting. Could be tightening for children, especially. And while she doesn’t particularly care what she looks like at this moment, she certainly doesn’t want to be the source of the hushes around the Guildhall, of people ushering others away because of the sight of her. And she chews on her lower lip in the silence until Deimos’ chuckle gives her something to focus on.
Different.
Well, that’s better than awful, and so she takes it, angling her head and body to where the sound has come from, resting her useless hands and arms in her lap. At the mention of him making something for her, she does offer a small smile to him. “A bandana maybe?” Something to wrap around, to hide, to make sure she doesn’t have to deal with the feeling of inspiring fear to the innocent among them.
“I’m sure you could design a perfect one for me.” There’s a tiny amount of humor in her voice at this as she tilts her head. He’s never been one for fashion, but the never ending trinkets of home he instilled in what he makes is far more valuable for her now.
Different.
Well, that’s better than awful, and so she takes it, angling her head and body to where the sound has come from, resting her useless hands and arms in her lap. At the mention of him making something for her, she does offer a small smile to him. “A bandana maybe?” Something to wrap around, to hide, to make sure she doesn’t have to deal with the feeling of inspiring fear to the innocent among them.
“I’m sure you could design a perfect one for me.” There’s a tiny amount of humor in her voice at this as she tilts her head. He’s never been one for fashion, but the never ending trinkets of home he instilled in what he makes is far more valuable for her now.
— than a human being
REXANNA
