REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
The emotions that flood the connection are nearly overwhelming for Rexanna as she settles and gets used to this form – for the body that’s so incredible small and short, how big everything seems. And she listens while he instructs, giving him a sharp birdlike nod, a small huff of laughter and happiness drifting toward him. “Good to know.” She tells him, shivering slightly at the thought of a fall from such a height. But she knows that he wouldn’t let her fall – not like she’d likely feel the fall, but she’d rather not return home to Bastien once more, covered in fluid and broken bits.
She watches him flap his wings and take off in the air, tucking his legs. And she mimics him, doing the same to test the wings and how the feathers react against the wind and air, and soon enough she’s lifted as well – though at first she doesn’t quite let the body do the work, and she staggers slightly to the right in the air as Remi circles above. She makes a sound similar to exhaling sharply before she lets it go, lets the body she’s in take over, and she recovers.
She speeds up, following him with the fluttering of her wings and the dips and dives into the varying wind paths. And she follows him closely to feel the warm hint of air that makes it easier for her to glide. “Wow.” She mentions, the feeling of awe and surprise coating the tether, shifting her head to look toward the ground and see how far up they have gotten already. “Have you always been able to do this?” She questions him with an immense curiosity – wondering what kind of world had been at his fingertips (wingtips?) having been able to do this.
It’s a feeling of surprise and wonder, of awe and beauty.
She watches him flap his wings and take off in the air, tucking his legs. And she mimics him, doing the same to test the wings and how the feathers react against the wind and air, and soon enough she’s lifted as well – though at first she doesn’t quite let the body do the work, and she staggers slightly to the right in the air as Remi circles above. She makes a sound similar to exhaling sharply before she lets it go, lets the body she’s in take over, and she recovers.
She speeds up, following him with the fluttering of her wings and the dips and dives into the varying wind paths. And she follows him closely to feel the warm hint of air that makes it easier for her to glide. “Wow.” She mentions, the feeling of awe and surprise coating the tether, shifting her head to look toward the ground and see how far up they have gotten already. “Have you always been able to do this?” She questions him with an immense curiosity – wondering what kind of world had been at his fingertips (wingtips?) having been able to do this.
It’s a feeling of surprise and wonder, of awe and beauty.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
