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
A bright laugh leaves her throat as he tells her he dressed decently for hers. “You dressed better than decently, Deimos.” She teases him gently, a soft praise with a raise of her brow as she looks to him with those excited emeralds of her eyes. “I’m sure you two will look beautiful!” She amends easily, shifting a small amount as she focuses on the question she poises to him, how he’ll answer. So easy it was for him to be there to lean on for her own wedding, and she wonders just how much anyone else had offered or if she was special and privy in knowing of this information.
But he tells her that he’ll let her know, and that’s good enough for her – sparking that same bright fanged smile along her face. “If you want something nice added to what you’re planning on wearing, I’m almost as good a seamstress as Hotaru.” A playful tip of her head, a wink sent to him. “It’s the least I can do for the ring boxes. And… of course, tearing that beam out of my chest.” She hums a quiet laugh to that.
But he tells her that he’ll let her know, and that’s good enough for her – sparking that same bright fanged smile along her face. “If you want something nice added to what you’re planning on wearing, I’m almost as good a seamstress as Hotaru.” A playful tip of her head, a wink sent to him. “It’s the least I can do for the ring boxes. And… of course, tearing that beam out of my chest.” She hums a quiet laugh to that.
REXANNA
