REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
She appears with far more pomp than Rexanna is expecting, and she releases a breath (shakily, admittedly, despite Bastien standing beside her). Already she feels comforted, seeing the goddess before her as she appears, her sapphire gaze bright but shadowed by Zariah’s recent actions and her escape. Her eyes focus hard, and she tries to push back all the questions that come to mind when the Voice addresses her again.“Yes.” She breathes at first, inhaling deeper to respond again, to keep less of the shaking in her voice. “Yes, I want to become bright.” Her voice is stronger but it wanes as worry comes through. She pushes it away, deciding that the Voice and her power could bring her back should the breaking of Zariah’s oath kill her. The woman still doesn’t know what it all entails, but where caution sits in her chest, there is Hope. A hope to end this, to better herself so no one could ever hurt her again.
She doesn’t know what to do next, and she looks up at the Voice, taking a small step toward her in the hopes this is what she is asking for.
but you were always gold to me
