sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
Agreements had been settled, and already she was exhausted – perhaps a bit complain-y considering the fact that she’s the Queen of the Hollowed Grounds and still manages to find herself wandering in Torchline when all she wants to do is curl up beside Bastien in their large bed and rest and talk the night away. But it’s for the Voice, at the end of the day, and she begrudgingly hikes with them, perhaps a bit more bitchier than she usually was.
Finally, finally, they reach wherever it is and Rexanna sighs quietly. “Oh thank the Voice.” A quiet murmur under her breath as she pauses, recouping, verdant gaze following the flashbang as it moves, watching as Amun hefts the pickaxe. And well? She’s really not interested in helping out with wielding it – grabbing a bag and slipping up behind where Amun had been to gather the pieces that come off of it.
Finally, finally, they reach wherever it is and Rexanna sighs quietly. “Oh thank the Voice.” A quiet murmur under her breath as she pauses, recouping, verdant gaze following the flashbang as it moves, watching as Amun hefts the pickaxe. And well? She’s really not interested in helping out with wielding it – grabbing a bag and slipping up behind where Amun had been to gather the pieces that come off of it.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
