i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
She watches as the Voice steps forward, an electric feeling as her fingertips press against her forehead – and she can feel something being taken, legs trembling and mind whirring with scans and shifting sensations that felt all sorts of wrong and yet all sorts of right. And just like that, her verdant gaze flickers open as she looks toward the Voice when she withdraws.
Rexanna squeezes Bastien’s hand lightly as he speaks and she takes a moment to recover from the feeling, before her head dips with all the thankfulness she can muster right now. “Thank you, so much.” She chimes to their goddess, flashing a wider fanged smile. “We’ll be safe.” She agrees quietly, shifting to lean on Bastien a small amount with all the excitement and hope in her heart that it might work.
Rexanna squeezes Bastien’s hand lightly as he speaks and she takes a moment to recover from the feeling, before her head dips with all the thankfulness she can muster right now. “Thank you, so much.” She chimes to their goddess, flashing a wider fanged smile. “We’ll be safe.” She agrees quietly, shifting to lean on Bastien a small amount with all the excitement and hope in her heart that it might work.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
