they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
She nods to Jigano’s inquiry. More memories have returned, and it was strange to have that sort of veil removed. But it had been as soon as she’d spoken to Kiada, as soon as it had segmented and became more concrete in her mind. “Many more, actually.” She comments with a tilt of her head. “Like the veil has been removed. I can remember all of it now. Now that Hotaru is back and I have my trio.” She adds softly, the trio of Deimos, Hotaru, and her. Her winter family, returned.
But she grows distracted by that tug, the pull that guides her to the trees, and as soon as she reaches in and pulls the item out to inspect it she’s uncertain of whether she should push the button or not.
Jigano’s question brings her a bit back to reality, and she lets her green gaze drift up to his face with her dark brows raised in a quiet question. “An item of sorts.” She murmurs softly, opening her hand to let Jigano inspect it too, if he has any thoughts or ideas regarding it. She wonders for a moment if she should inspect it further with her eyes, with the new abilities she holds, but she doesn’t. She waits.
But she grows distracted by that tug, the pull that guides her to the trees, and as soon as she reaches in and pulls the item out to inspect it she’s uncertain of whether she should push the button or not.
Jigano’s question brings her a bit back to reality, and she lets her green gaze drift up to his face with her dark brows raised in a quiet question. “An item of sorts.” She murmurs softly, opening her hand to let Jigano inspect it too, if he has any thoughts or ideas regarding it. She wonders for a moment if she should inspect it further with her eyes, with the new abilities she holds, but she doesn’t. She waits.
REXANNA
