the crooked kind

R E X A N N A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. At least they agreed on that. She, too, wished that she understood what the god wanted. She nodded to him with a small quiet sigh and slightly bowed head, her sapphire gaze leaving him to look upon the ground they stood. But as she brought up another point, she listened as he considered it and spoke again. Her stomach churned with the possibility, a gut-wrenching pain that shot through her abdomen at the implication. She wanted to tell him that maybe it was the cost to pay to get his love back, but upon first meeting him he didn’t seem like the type of person. As bad as it sounded, Rex was that type of person. She regarded what he said, her hands slipping up to her hair to pull it back from her face as she thought about it. “It seems they just don’t want to be misunderstood again.” She trailed off, stopping herself from telling him about how she thought she could come back and try to summon them again and ask exactly what they wanted them to know. How was it fair for a god to grow upset with them if they weren’t clear with their instructions anyway? How could anyone want to help the gods get a better rep if this is how they treated them? She pinched her nose for a moment before Remi glared at the shrine and nodded along with him, her eyes finding him once again. “I’ll do anything to help you that I can.” She began, shifting on her feet. “I’m so terribly sorry, I wish to make things right.” She said, her hands finding their way away from her hair and to her sides once again as she did everything she could to try and not embrace him, to comfort him in some way. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.