i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She can’t help the smile that crosses her face at his admission, a quiet chime of laughter that leaves her. “You’re not wrong.” She lifts her head to face his direction, that same smile across her face as she considers him while she continues to work with her fingers and Pittore’s help with her fabric. “You do a beautiful job of bringing out the elephant in the room.” Her tone is teasing, and if she could have, she absolutely would’ve winked to him.
But thoughts and wheels are racing through her head, turning and churning with thought as he continues and mentions he plans on speaking to the Voice first. “I don’t know her very well myself, but… Any attempt to put us in a better light I don’t think she’d disapprove of.” She considers thoughtfully. Of course, it’s not the Voice she’s worried about. Despite the terrible things they could have done, she still loves them. She’s never seen any retribution from their goddess over anything.
It makes her appreciate the Voice all the more.
“I am curious though…” She trails off with a tilt of her head, contemplating while her fingers still. “It feels like this… War is beginning. And its us against them, when neither side of us have met in the middle to talk about what’s happening.” A thought trailing once more, brows furrowing beneath the bandana. “I think maybe it might be worth a shot to try and meet in the middle.” Because they couldn’t just be swept under the rug like the Old Gods wished. They’re people too.
And while the Ascended have directly affected the rest of the world around them, the rest of the races, perhaps a formal form of apology and willing to work together could change the direction they’re all headed in.
But thoughts and wheels are racing through her head, turning and churning with thought as he continues and mentions he plans on speaking to the Voice first. “I don’t know her very well myself, but… Any attempt to put us in a better light I don’t think she’d disapprove of.” She considers thoughtfully. Of course, it’s not the Voice she’s worried about. Despite the terrible things they could have done, she still loves them. She’s never seen any retribution from their goddess over anything.
It makes her appreciate the Voice all the more.
“I am curious though…” She trails off with a tilt of her head, contemplating while her fingers still. “It feels like this… War is beginning. And its us against them, when neither side of us have met in the middle to talk about what’s happening.” A thought trailing once more, brows furrowing beneath the bandana. “I think maybe it might be worth a shot to try and meet in the middle.” Because they couldn’t just be swept under the rug like the Old Gods wished. They’re people too.
And while the Ascended have directly affected the rest of the world around them, the rest of the races, perhaps a formal form of apology and willing to work together could change the direction they’re all headed in.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
