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 breathes an unneeded sigh of relief as she watches her fireworks explode within the flame, effectively distracting it from reaching her. Though she can still feel the heat, feel the thundering of her bones within her that she needs to go, and she laughs awkwardly as it begins to fall away into simmering embers along the earth around them. “I forgot I was Ascended for a second.” She offers to Deimos.
But she says nothing more as she can feel a familiar presence within her, and it causes her to shake her head against it as she focuses her attention on Deimos. “Hey now. I like the idea of being able to hug you this time.” She snorts, giving him a bright fanged grin before creating a dull throwing knife in her hand, using the energy she has to toss it and arc it across to either bounce against the broad chest of his or distract him enough to stop it.
But she says nothing more as she can feel a familiar presence within her, and it causes her to shake her head against it as she focuses her attention on Deimos. “Hey now. I like the idea of being able to hug you this time.” She snorts, giving him a bright fanged grin before creating a dull throwing knife in her hand, using the energy she has to toss it and arc it across to either bounce against the broad chest of his or distract him enough to stop it.
REXANNA
