REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
There’s a tether, and what a strange feeling it is. Latching onto it in her uncertainty, it feels shaky at best, but she holds on as she looks to him through avian eyes, ruffled feathers moving back and forth with the slight amount of wind. It’s a strange feeling, feathers. She gives him a nod in response until he shifts, and her eyes follow him down to the ground too. She attempts to walk, despite it, and finds hopping to be the best option to get beside him.
But then his voice is in her mind, and her head whips to him, beak parting in a look of surprise as she wonders if he can hear her too. “You can just… talk like this?” She asks, uncertain if it reaches him or not across that shaky, uncertain tether. But before long, he’s asking if she would like to try flying, and she bobs her head eagerly. Wings outstretched at her sides, two of her feathers brush up against Remi’s in surprise as she moves them to get a feel for it.
“It feels… So… ” She begins to say before she shakes her head with a quiet chuckle, but doing her best to follow his lead. She settles, letting go of the control over it, letting the avian, predatory side shine through (it’s fitting, an easy shift as she’s become a bit more predatory with her ascension) and she looks back to Remi with her dark feathers and wings ready. “After you, my dear.” She aims to jest, humor passing toward him.
But then his voice is in her mind, and her head whips to him, beak parting in a look of surprise as she wonders if he can hear her too. “You can just… talk like this?” She asks, uncertain if it reaches him or not across that shaky, uncertain tether. But before long, he’s asking if she would like to try flying, and she bobs her head eagerly. Wings outstretched at her sides, two of her feathers brush up against Remi’s in surprise as she moves them to get a feel for it.
“It feels… So… ” She begins to say before she shakes her head with a quiet chuckle, but doing her best to follow his lead. She settles, letting go of the control over it, letting the avian, predatory side shine through (it’s fitting, an easy shift as she’s become a bit more predatory with her ascension) and she looks back to Remi with her dark feathers and wings ready. “After you, my dear.” She aims to jest, humor passing toward him.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
