and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
There is no need to comment on it for her, she knows Kiada well enough to know that it’s not Deimos’ fault he isn’t with her. To know that the Harpy and her stubbornness could go further than the Sword would be able to bend. A fire, a flame, much like herself. But where Rexanna tended to be far more forgiving, Kiada had the tendency to become as solid as a board. As solid as a statue. As solid as stone. And when she wanted to do something, she went for it, regardless of the consequences.
Perhaps the pot is meeting the kettle.
So she’s thankful for the shift in tone, the quiet admittance that they’re together. And her head lifts in quiet surprise, lips forming a smile of amusement. But her jaw drops when he tells her since Fiat Lux, and she has half a mind to forgo the splints and reach for him, if only to smack him on the arm. “Since Fiat Lux?” And he hadn’t told her? She chews on her lip quietly with a small snort. “I met Amalia when I was cursed. She told me how to prepare for my first LongNight. I think… I might have weirded her out perhaps.” So much flirtation, so many innuendoes, for such a new Outlander.
“I would like to meet her again, officially.” She admits, if only to make true amends, and perhaps some girl to girl firepower to flit back at the Sword, if Kiada hadn’t told Amalia all the secrets. Luckily for the Penumbra, she’d been around the Reaper longer than Kiada had been. And she knows a thing or two the girl might not. Still, she turns her head away from him in her quiet surprise. “Wow, though.” A pause, before she laughs lightly, a chimed relief. “I bet you two are cute together.” She admits with a brighter grin. And suddenly, it all makes sense.
“Wait, is that why you were so giddy when you came back with my cakes?” Head shifting toward him in mock offense.
Perhaps the pot is meeting the kettle.
So she’s thankful for the shift in tone, the quiet admittance that they’re together. And her head lifts in quiet surprise, lips forming a smile of amusement. But her jaw drops when he tells her since Fiat Lux, and she has half a mind to forgo the splints and reach for him, if only to smack him on the arm. “Since Fiat Lux?” And he hadn’t told her? She chews on her lip quietly with a small snort. “I met Amalia when I was cursed. She told me how to prepare for my first LongNight. I think… I might have weirded her out perhaps.” So much flirtation, so many innuendoes, for such a new Outlander.
“I would like to meet her again, officially.” She admits, if only to make true amends, and perhaps some girl to girl firepower to flit back at the Sword, if Kiada hadn’t told Amalia all the secrets. Luckily for the Penumbra, she’d been around the Reaper longer than Kiada had been. And she knows a thing or two the girl might not. Still, she turns her head away from him in her quiet surprise. “Wow, though.” A pause, before she laughs lightly, a chimed relief. “I bet you two are cute together.” She admits with a brighter grin. And suddenly, it all makes sense.
“Wait, is that why you were so giddy when you came back with my cakes?” Head shifting toward him in mock offense.
— than a human being
REXANNA
