am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
Perhaps it was their downfall that they were so incredibly similar, that they’d race off and throw themselves into the thick of things to protect those they cared about. And as she hugs him, holds him close, she can tell the lines that are drawn, the line she had crossed despite having seen him cross them too. They both were guilty of it, and it was difficult to see it in the end. But Rexanna knew, and she imagines deep down that Deimos knew too, that somewhere, somehow, Deimos’ perceived weaknesses were Rexanna’s self-sacrifice.
She still loved him dearly though, a brother, a king, and despite their faults and lines crossed, lines drawn. And she listens while he grumbles and growled, showing so much more feeling and words than he ever had before. Had she been able to see him, she’d see the cracks, the refortified Sword, the shift from the cool and calm, aloof Reaper, for the man that sat before her, that her arms wrapped around, providing a cool pressure because her body no longer gave off warmth, but she tries all the same. “Why do you do the things you do?” She asks quietly. “To go again and again into the base of the Spire despite knowing how dangerous it was? To go again and again to the front of the danger, tearing down the Monster Hunter’s Guild while the rest of us made it to safety.” There’s a hum of amusement in her voice as she squeezes his shoulders gently.
“As much as we hate the danger we put ourselves in, you and I are much the same.” A slight chide, a way that perhaps he could see it, see the similarities between them. And as he tells her that there will be other ways, she nods to him, agreeing silently and quietly, that yes, there would be other ways. And she’s certain the right choice will be made in the end.
She still loved him dearly though, a brother, a king, and despite their faults and lines crossed, lines drawn. And she listens while he grumbles and growled, showing so much more feeling and words than he ever had before. Had she been able to see him, she’d see the cracks, the refortified Sword, the shift from the cool and calm, aloof Reaper, for the man that sat before her, that her arms wrapped around, providing a cool pressure because her body no longer gave off warmth, but she tries all the same. “Why do you do the things you do?” She asks quietly. “To go again and again into the base of the Spire despite knowing how dangerous it was? To go again and again to the front of the danger, tearing down the Monster Hunter’s Guild while the rest of us made it to safety.” There’s a hum of amusement in her voice as she squeezes his shoulders gently.
“As much as we hate the danger we put ourselves in, you and I are much the same.” A slight chide, a way that perhaps he could see it, see the similarities between them. And as he tells her that there will be other ways, she nods to him, agreeing silently and quietly, that yes, there would be other ways. And she’s certain the right choice will be made in the end.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
