DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
His expectations ranged from mild to severe, an all-encompassing range of Rexanna’s capabilities. The past had treated him to plotlines and machinations, to fortified regimes, to specious, duplicitous cloak and dagger measures, and somewhere along the way he might’ve been half-hoping they were diving straight into another deluge of tempestuous storms. Which…was not what came out of Rexanna’s mouth.
At the second line, he immediately choked on the scone. His initial reactions were to sputter, cough, and wheeze as the pastry wound its way into his throat, ruining all careful countenances of stoicism or mischief. By the time he’d found a drink to wash it down, his eyes were watering, red-rimmed, bewildered, opened wide merely to stare back at her in obvious confusion. The initial series of questions gaping from his slackened jaw and pulsing wildly through his head were answered by her. Despite the mild insinuations, his face still managed to scrunch into disbelief and uncertainty, shaking his head once or twice, as if the notions and sentiments would suddenly rampage into something whole and tangible. “I thought -,” cutting himself off, because Ascended couldn’t have children, and they’d somehow bartered for one on their strength. No need to sink further into those ruminations. “Is that wise?” came out of his mouth instead, not really stopping despite her aura of excitement.
He was already helping raise one of her offspring, and who knew where the remaining ones were. Though he was dearly devoted to Rexanna, her mothering skills had been left a little wanting in the past – and he cringed at the implications. Maybe Bastien would be able to handle the majority of it. “My apologies. Congratulations.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
