and indeed, just think: in many ways, body and soul,
i have been more a battlefield —
“I have.” And her head tilts with her wonder, her surprise. A smirk crossing her face at that. A small party made up of so little – ones she didn’t know very well. Ones Remi had told her she had joined. But she stays quiet, listening for his story, mentioning that he went to see Safrin – a goddess she had tried to visit once and been denied. It wasn’t surprising, given her Abandoned status. But for him? It was perhaps a bit surprising.
What he wanted to get out of it draws another smile. She had said a similar thing to the Voice. “We are so similar, you and I.” She offers with a knowing nod. A king and his thief, planning and plotting, and gods how she missed those days. Gentle teasing from Hotaru, the quiet aloofness of Deimos (though she much prefers this version of him to the last, if only because she can effectively get a rise out of him) and her, sat around plans laid out.
She nods as he mentions she had told him he had plenty within, before another jaw drop. “She dropped you from the sky?” She utters quietly in surprise, some amount of disbelief. But he had obviously made it, been okay. Hadn’t been resurrected again. He had turned into an eagle, and can change into a tiger, and she smiles brightly to him. “Oh that’s wonderful.” She announces brightly, a grin forming along her face. She recalls Remi’s lion form with a pang of memory, the softness of his fur beneath her fingers.
“Do you get to choose what you want to be? Or is it… Just there?” She asks quietly. “When I drank from Remi it felt different, like I was sifting through a different well of magic to find his and the shapes.” She tells him with a tilt of her head, questioning and wondering all the same.
What he wanted to get out of it draws another smile. She had said a similar thing to the Voice. “We are so similar, you and I.” She offers with a knowing nod. A king and his thief, planning and plotting, and gods how she missed those days. Gentle teasing from Hotaru, the quiet aloofness of Deimos (though she much prefers this version of him to the last, if only because she can effectively get a rise out of him) and her, sat around plans laid out.
She nods as he mentions she had told him he had plenty within, before another jaw drop. “She dropped you from the sky?” She utters quietly in surprise, some amount of disbelief. But he had obviously made it, been okay. Hadn’t been resurrected again. He had turned into an eagle, and can change into a tiger, and she smiles brightly to him. “Oh that’s wonderful.” She announces brightly, a grin forming along her face. She recalls Remi’s lion form with a pang of memory, the softness of his fur beneath her fingers.
“Do you get to choose what you want to be? Or is it… Just there?” She asks quietly. “When I drank from Remi it felt different, like I was sifting through a different well of magic to find his and the shapes.” She tells him with a tilt of her head, questioning and wondering all the same.
— than a human being
REXANNA
