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 follows behind him, keeping to the shade as he goes to right pieces here and there. Fitting them back in as though they’d been taken out for the specific purpose of adjusting the field to practice on for other reasons. Her attention returns to Deimos as her musings do, pulling up her hood to let her verdant gaze linger on him curiously.
The question of would she is granted with a small shrug. “It’s possible.” A purse of her lips in thought as her gaze returns to the targets. “Though, I’ll let you in on a secret.” She says, drifting closer to the General with a bright smile. “When we bite, we can take a magic or shift or something from whomever it is, right? Well, by Ascending and keeping my magic, my magic is mine.” There’s a hint of pride in the revelation. “Nobody can siphon it from me.”
The question of would she is granted with a small shrug. “It’s possible.” A purse of her lips in thought as her gaze returns to the targets. “Though, I’ll let you in on a secret.” She says, drifting closer to the General with a bright smile. “When we bite, we can take a magic or shift or something from whomever it is, right? Well, by Ascending and keeping my magic, my magic is mine.” There’s a hint of pride in the revelation. “Nobody can siphon it from me.”
REXANNA
