i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She bobs her head in quiet agreement to Bastien, a small smile managing to find its way onto her face, head tilting lightly as she considers the thoughts. It would be ugly, but it wouldn’t be prolonged. It was like a band-aid, and it was far easier to handle if ripped off quickly than to pull it inch by inch like it felt like the world was doing time and time again.
She holds Pittore close to her chest in her lap, listening to the quiet mumbles and smiling softly at it before she focuses on Bastien again, a question that takes her a few moments to contemplate. “There’s Deimos.” She says at first. “He’d hopefully understand the explanation of everything. He’s… Dating the Shield of Safrin, however, so it wouldn’t be considered trying to convert.” A shrug. “Hotaru, of course. Uh, maybe Loren?” She lists through all of her friends, family, those closest to her.
Even if none of them listened, she knew Hotaru would at least consider the words, that the woman beneath her new body, aligned on the opposite side of the gods than most, was still the same. “Peter would be willing to listen I think.” biting down on her lower lip she tilts her head again. “Remi.” Because he had gone out there with them in the shadowed night, the Longest Night, to fight off the demons that took her eyes, that removed Samuel’s fingers.
She holds Pittore close to her chest in her lap, listening to the quiet mumbles and smiling softly at it before she focuses on Bastien again, a question that takes her a few moments to contemplate. “There’s Deimos.” She says at first. “He’d hopefully understand the explanation of everything. He’s… Dating the Shield of Safrin, however, so it wouldn’t be considered trying to convert.” A shrug. “Hotaru, of course. Uh, maybe Loren?” She lists through all of her friends, family, those closest to her.
Even if none of them listened, she knew Hotaru would at least consider the words, that the woman beneath her new body, aligned on the opposite side of the gods than most, was still the same. “Peter would be willing to listen I think.” biting down on her lower lip she tilts her head again. “Remi.” Because he had gone out there with them in the shadowed night, the Longest Night, to fight off the demons that took her eyes, that removed Samuel’s fingers.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
