i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
Her gaze finds the panes of his face when the question is uttered, a soft smile crossing her face with it as she almost looks past him, because she wasn’t sure exactly what it would all take when the child was born, made? “She just took strength from Bastien and I and told us to expect it in the middle of Deepfrost.” No long, intense quests to get the result they sought. Just… A part of them which certainly seemed fitting enough.
So she’ll traverse through the snows in Deepfrost with her husband, slipping away toward a shrine to retrieve their child and begin to raise a new life and hopefully atone for her previous mistakes. Only time would tell, however, and she focuses on the here and now – setting the cup down that she didn’t recall picking up but must have at some point. “So it’s… Been a long couple of weeks. But I’m excited.” She chimes, a softer smile as her gaze finds Deimos’ again. “It’s almost Bastien’s and my anniversary, as well. Seems a fitting gift.” A smaller, softer smile crosses her face.
So she’ll traverse through the snows in Deepfrost with her husband, slipping away toward a shrine to retrieve their child and begin to raise a new life and hopefully atone for her previous mistakes. Only time would tell, however, and she focuses on the here and now – setting the cup down that she didn’t recall picking up but must have at some point. “So it’s… Been a long couple of weeks. But I’m excited.” She chimes, a softer smile as her gaze finds Deimos’ again. “It’s almost Bastien’s and my anniversary, as well. Seems a fitting gift.” A smaller, softer smile crosses her face.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
