dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
Rexanna has absolutely zero idea what happens next, and when it does – she’s brought to her knees. Exhaustion sets in, and she’s waning so incredibly hard. It seems everyone else is too, eyes seek out Samuel and Wessex, managing to wrangle herself toward the two as quickly as she can, which isn’t really all that fast in comparison. Gods, she feels absolutely terrible. She can only assume the rest of them do too. Fluid has stopped seeping from her shoulder, but she doesn’t trust it to last.
But she approaches them, offering her help to Sam with his leg and his ability to still feel pain clinging in the back of her mind. Eyes seek out Wessex with a quiet nod to follow their goddess’ instruction. The three of them had trusted the Voice, and she focuses on being replenished and fixed, knowing the goddess will do so. And if she doesn’t? She’s sure the Voice has a good enough reason for it.
It’s a long trek to the shrine, but she stops at the first one they can find that’s dedicated to the Voice, and upon reaching dead and center of the shrine, she finally drops, sitting in the snow with a hand pushing her dark hair back. “We’ve made it, Lady.” She announces, so soft, quiet in comparison to what she could do. She’s too tired, too exhausted, to do much else.
But she approaches them, offering her help to Sam with his leg and his ability to still feel pain clinging in the back of her mind. Eyes seek out Wessex with a quiet nod to follow their goddess’ instruction. The three of them had trusted the Voice, and she focuses on being replenished and fixed, knowing the goddess will do so. And if she doesn’t? She’s sure the Voice has a good enough reason for it.
It’s a long trek to the shrine, but she stops at the first one they can find that’s dedicated to the Voice, and upon reaching dead and center of the shrine, she finally drops, sitting in the snow with a hand pushing her dark hair back. “We’ve made it, Lady.” She announces, so soft, quiet in comparison to what she could do. She’s too tired, too exhausted, to do much else.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
