REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
She smiled in the darkness, briefly, as she considered his words. “Anything is better than that.” She said, agreeing in sentiment to what they both had experienced, yet still not quite forgiving him for the Spire. At least… At least it had gotten easier to talk to him at all, and for that it was somewhat comforting – despite still walking in the darkness with no clear idea of what was happening. But she felt his hand flex as he spoke of his wings, and her heart thundered in response to the weight of the darkness and unknown. She had left out the details of her history, of her own ex-husbands wings, the brand and the beatings, choosing to try and forget them rather than remember and announce them to him. But she nodded all the same, imagining that with his sight he could probably see it.But she listened to him, regardless, imagining her own husbands wings in place of the space between Lucas’ back and her spine shivered uncomfortably. Goosebumps rose on her skin as anxiety laced her internally until she realized that Lucas, certainly, wasn’t Calstron, and despite everything that Lucas had done at the Spire – well, her husband would have made sure she died there rather than leaving her.
She exhaled a bit of relief when he mentioned the color had changed from white to black, and when he spoke of losing his wings she almost felt sad for him about it. But she nodded yet again in response, uncertain of how to speak the words she was thinking. Suddenly, he laughed, and her head shifted toward the sound as they walked and she listened. Snorting, she continued to imagine what it must have been like. “I imagine the change has been difficult.” She mused, unable to think of anything else to say. “Could be worse right? Could still be there, in the depths of fire and pain with no way out?”
But it burned in one.
