REXANNA
in the haze of hell i have dreamt
that you'd lift this wing and see,
that you are my first wound —
If Rexanna is being honest with herself, she’s not sure what she can offer for the release of Bastien from the Prison. She has some ideas, some roughly thrown together plans that might appeal to the Queen, but none that stand out to her and strike her as something worthwhile. She’s certain it will come to her once she’s there — her mind always works best when put in the situations rather than contemplating them. Nothing ever went according to plan, anyway. Her own time of being a secondary ruler had taught her as much. She hoped her mind would flux back toward the time there (hopefully with better results, of not being thrown in the dungeon and forced to watch the world burn) and she’d be able to find a compromise.Her dark hair is tied back neatly, and she wears fine clothing she’d tailored for herself in the months she’d spent healing while everything around her changed. A dark hue of black with strips of white, accented with gold (her favorite color) adorned her body — with dark pants and comfortable boots. She didn’t need much else, and she hasn’t brought a lot to begin with. A small bag of fabric and the things she’d created with them. An extra bit, a boon.
Soon enough, she finds herself standing before the vine covered manor, and she raises a pale hand to knock upon the door, hoping deep down a deal could be made.
and that long ago,
in some distant past, with open eyes
i kissed you till it bled.
