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 holds onto his arm lightly, following him through the training grounds with her hood pulled up tight — thankful to not feel any of the heat that swarms during LongHeat, saddened that she can’t feel the sun on her skin without the intense pain that comes with it. She finds a space where he leaves her within the shadow, tipping back her hood and ruffle her hair gently, before she focuses on him with a beaming fanged grin. “Start with the magic, end with the upgrade maybe?” She muses curiously.
She sticks her little piece of tech into her pocket to free her palms, rubbing them together as though she’s about to do something large, when in reality she’s just filling the space. Then, assuming Deimos agrees, she extends her palms and tries to aim a small fireball his way, sure he can handle it after hearing about the Monster Hunter’s Guild. Her brows scrunch slightly with her concentration, trying to arc it up towards the Reaper.
She sticks her little piece of tech into her pocket to free her palms, rubbing them together as though she’s about to do something large, when in reality she’s just filling the space. Then, assuming Deimos agrees, she extends her palms and tries to aim a small fireball his way, sure he can handle it after hearing about the Monster Hunter’s Guild. Her brows scrunch slightly with her concentration, trying to arc it up towards the Reaper.
REXANNA
