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
The congratulations is granted with her own bubbly laughter, a bright fanged smile sent toward Deimos as she focuses on the way he picks up and adjusts the training targets – what a different life they both lead here from the mountains of home. But at least some things did remain the same, the way they speculated and shared information with one another all for a better purpose. It’s a feeling that feels as close to home as they might get, if they weren’t huddled within the mountains themselves.
So she takes it.
She gives him a nod to that, her smile shifting to something a bit more crooked. “It can’t hurt to ask.” She says, pausing lightly before her head tilts in consideration. “Worst she could say is no and then we’ll know the answer.” A shrug to that, before she steps to follow Deimos along the field, hood lifted once more to hide her from the sunlight above. “Also, I’ve gotten a bit stronger when it comes to dealing with the sun… Nothing substantial yet, but I’m getting there.”
So she takes it.
She gives him a nod to that, her smile shifting to something a bit more crooked. “It can’t hurt to ask.” She says, pausing lightly before her head tilts in consideration. “Worst she could say is no and then we’ll know the answer.” A shrug to that, before she steps to follow Deimos along the field, hood lifted once more to hide her from the sunlight above. “Also, I’ve gotten a bit stronger when it comes to dealing with the sun… Nothing substantial yet, but I’m getting there.”
REXANNA
