he told me i was holy
There is warmth within her at her goddess’ words, believing with every fiber of her being that it’s true. She gladly lets the Voice envelop her, feeling the surge of something akin to darkness. She doesn’t have time to react, and while her mind seeks out those previous fears, they are no longer there. Her fangs bite, and ecstasy courses through her, quelling the magic she feels brimming and burning beneath her skin. She feels wonderful, incredible, invincible. This is what she wanted. To become something more, something better, something stronger.
Far, far too soon, it’s gone. And her eyes adjust (far easier than before) to the darkness of the Shrine as the world around them comes back into view. Her eyes lift up to meet her Goddess’, seeing the exhaustion but a pleased look about her. And she looks down at herself to see that not much has changed. She isn’t cold, her wounds have healed, and she runs her tongue along her sharpened teeth. “Thank you for all of this.” She says, softly, finding it a strange feeling to not particularly require breathing. She gives the Voice a grateful smile before she turns to look back at Bastien.
Her glamour is gone, and it perhaps makes her seem as though she’s a bit tired. Aside from that, her brand peeks halfway out of the clothing she wears — where Rexanna suddenly realizes he’s never seen her brand. But it doesn’t worry her, even having come straight here from escaping Zariah’s clutches doesn’t fear her either. There’s a part of her that wants to scream her happiness to the world — yet all she can do is look toward Bastien to see his reaction, his eyes as she grins to him with her fangs.
Far, far too soon, it’s gone. And her eyes adjust (far easier than before) to the darkness of the Shrine as the world around them comes back into view. Her eyes lift up to meet her Goddess’, seeing the exhaustion but a pleased look about her. And she looks down at herself to see that not much has changed. She isn’t cold, her wounds have healed, and she runs her tongue along her sharpened teeth. “Thank you for all of this.” She says, softly, finding it a strange feeling to not particularly require breathing. She gives the Voice a grateful smile before she turns to look back at Bastien.
Her glamour is gone, and it perhaps makes her seem as though she’s a bit tired. Aside from that, her brand peeks halfway out of the clothing she wears — where Rexanna suddenly realizes he’s never seen her brand. But it doesn’t worry her, even having come straight here from escaping Zariah’s clutches doesn’t fear her either. There’s a part of her that wants to scream her happiness to the world — yet all she can do is look toward Bastien to see his reaction, his eyes as she grins to him with her fangs.
REXANNA
