i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
It was an attempt to make things right, to fix the wrongs that she’d made when the one child she did have here would never forgive her – and she was okay with that. Deimos looked after and cared for Kiada, and that was enough for Rexanna. His willingness to, at least. Kiada was strong and she’d be able to make it without him if she so chose that route, but in all the memories Rexanna had from the Basin and Helovia and the like of it, Deimos had been the one pillar that Kiada rotated around, if it weren’t her brother.
And the rest of them? She doesn’t know where to start, where to try to look for them if she’d ever been given the option. There was still that other version of herself out there, somewhere, too. Perhaps wiser and searching, she has no way of knowing. All she knows, is that that version of her had made quite a few dire mistakes, had chased a man that half loved her when she could have lived as she did now. A life, full of love and opportunities at her fingertips, friends and family nearby to surround herself with.
She was happy. The happiest she thinks she’s ever been.
So she reaches out to grasp his hand gently, to squeeze, to spy the small raise of his brow and the slight grin that forms along his mouth. He squeezes her hand back, and she can’t help her own playful grin at that, fanged and brilliant in comparison to the rest of her muted exterior. “Absolutely.” She agrees, before withdrawing her hand. “So tell me about the wedding, has it been planned?” She chimes, wondering when the reception might be, if they need any help with it. Anything and everything.
And the rest of them? She doesn’t know where to start, where to try to look for them if she’d ever been given the option. There was still that other version of herself out there, somewhere, too. Perhaps wiser and searching, she has no way of knowing. All she knows, is that that version of her had made quite a few dire mistakes, had chased a man that half loved her when she could have lived as she did now. A life, full of love and opportunities at her fingertips, friends and family nearby to surround herself with.
She was happy. The happiest she thinks she’s ever been.
So she reaches out to grasp his hand gently, to squeeze, to spy the small raise of his brow and the slight grin that forms along his mouth. He squeezes her hand back, and she can’t help her own playful grin at that, fanged and brilliant in comparison to the rest of her muted exterior. “Absolutely.” She agrees, before withdrawing her hand. “So tell me about the wedding, has it been planned?” She chimes, wondering when the reception might be, if they need any help with it. Anything and everything.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
