i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
Bastien’s thoughts on Deimos reach her and she nods absentmindedly toward him. “I’m not sure how he feels about the Ascension aspect… But he knows me. He trusts me because of who I am, not what race I am. Which is the point, isn’t it?” A thoughtful look crosses her face as she tilts her head in contemplation. “The church of Safrin secret is safe with me.” She offers to her lover, her husband with a quiet snort and a small brilliant smile.
Besides, with everything going on? Did anyone even remember it in the end?
She lists out other names, too, and waits to see what he has to say. It isn’t until she stops at Remi’s name that Bastien does pipe up, and she nods. “He would listen.” She thinks he will anyway. “He was there with the whole LongNight events. If he didn’t trust the Ascended, don’t you think he wouldn’t have come? If he held some sort of grudge against us for the blight and the Spire Demon that killed Ronin?” Besides, something within her doesn’t imagine Remi even truly can hold a grudge.
But who is she to judge?
Besides, with everything going on? Did anyone even remember it in the end?
She lists out other names, too, and waits to see what he has to say. It isn’t until she stops at Remi’s name that Bastien does pipe up, and she nods. “He would listen.” She thinks he will anyway. “He was there with the whole LongNight events. If he didn’t trust the Ascended, don’t you think he wouldn’t have come? If he held some sort of grudge against us for the blight and the Spire Demon that killed Ronin?” Besides, something within her doesn’t imagine Remi even truly can hold a grudge.
But who is she to judge?
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
