i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
The excitement she has within her doesn’t falter are the surprise that crosses Deimos, at the choking on the scone and searching for water, at the watering eyes and the gruffness of Deimos’ voice when he does manage to speak. And honestly? It’s what she expects to hear. But this version of her isn’t the same as Helovia’s version. That branch had split off, had left her here with the tangible memories of Halyven and the destruction there, flickering memories of her time in Helovia as a poor mother who chased after the heart of a man that didn’t have all of his in it.
But Bastien did. He still does. And they soon approach their wedding anniversary, one whole year since. A mark to be made, to be celebrated, and her smile doesn’t falter when he recovers. “It’s something I wanted to try… I gave it up. The option. When I ascended, and yet Bastien knew I wanted to try still.” She murmurs thoughtfully, reaching forward to fill his cup with more water — using a bit of new found magic to help. “He asked her if it was possible, gave us the idea… Months ago. And with Fiat Lux and everything, we planned on waiting. Just to see. But… I don’t know when a better time might be.” She lifts her gaze to him then. “We should be expecting it in the middle of Deepfrost.” Her voice edges a bit softer with this, a smaller smile crossing her face.
But Bastien did. He still does. And they soon approach their wedding anniversary, one whole year since. A mark to be made, to be celebrated, and her smile doesn’t falter when he recovers. “It’s something I wanted to try… I gave it up. The option. When I ascended, and yet Bastien knew I wanted to try still.” She murmurs thoughtfully, reaching forward to fill his cup with more water — using a bit of new found magic to help. “He asked her if it was possible, gave us the idea… Months ago. And with Fiat Lux and everything, we planned on waiting. Just to see. But… I don’t know when a better time might be.” She lifts her gaze to him then. “We should be expecting it in the middle of Deepfrost.” Her voice edges a bit softer with this, a smaller smile crossing her face.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
