REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
She listens while he explains, a brow lifting as she mimics her inhale for a nostalgic means of calming down before she manages a smile. “I see.” She pauses, hands lingering on them briefly before she withdraws. “That ex-husband of mine was winged.” She tells him by means of explanation, stepping back to view them. “Though his were more… Falcon-like?” She pauses, seeking the differences before she approaches again and presses a finger to where it connects to his back. “His were thicker here, but he also couldn’t ever rid himself of them.” She manages a laugh, finding it easier to deal with it the more she sees it, the more she sees the difference.
And Remi is her friend, he would never do anything like that. And she knows this.
“His mother had these deep blue, almost purple, swallow kind of shaped wings.” She says softly, recalling as the memories get easier. And she manages a real smile to him as she moves toward facing him again. “These suit you very well. And maybe I should tell you that cuddling with wings like that are the best.” She winks with a soft smile.
And Remi is her friend, he would never do anything like that. And she knows this.
“His mother had these deep blue, almost purple, swallow kind of shaped wings.” She says softly, recalling as the memories get easier. And she manages a real smile to him as she moves toward facing him again. “These suit you very well. And maybe I should tell you that cuddling with wings like that are the best.” She winks with a soft smile.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
