i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
There’s a bright laugh that leaves her at the comment of Tarasha – something she can agree with. Options were great, and it was always better to have too many than to have too little in the end, right? And so she settles back on her heels, listening while Loren questions them all again with another riddle – green gaze lingering on the Launceleyn’s face as he reads it out. And well, she’s thoroughly confused at first – thinking and thinking, feelings mulling together in the end.
And then a thought hits – she doesn’t think it’s right this time. No confidence in her answer. But she offers one anyway after a moment of contemplation, of humming and hawing as she finally decides.
And then a thought hits – she doesn’t think it’s right this time. No confidence in her answer. But she offers one anyway after a moment of contemplation, of humming and hawing as she finally decides.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
