i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
The squeeze of Bastien’s hand to her own is received with a squeeze on her end as well, fingers lacing with his while her green gaze flickers back to the goddess before them – to await what sort of thoughts she might have. And for a moment, Rexanna thinks back to the time that the Voice had told them that Ascending her wasn’t a sure possibility… And yet, she stood here before them as a mix of both Abandoned and Ascended – a product of an experiment. Wouldn’t it only be fitting for the same?
Her head dips lightly toward the Voice as Bastien speaks, a small quiet vow that they would. “We’d be honored to.” She offers quietly – to be part of yet another experiment, to add to whatever research the goddess before them required. “And we will do our best.” To try and make it work, to add that extra spark within their lives that the two of them wanted so dearly.
Her head dips lightly toward the Voice as Bastien speaks, a small quiet vow that they would. “We’d be honored to.” She offers quietly – to be part of yet another experiment, to add to whatever research the goddess before them required. “And we will do our best.” To try and make it work, to add that extra spark within their lives that the two of them wanted so dearly.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
