REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
As Phoebe laughs and explains what skin looks like, Rexanna pulls away from the micro lens and looks at her with raised eyebrows. “It’s so… So strange.” She awkwardly laughs, part of her finds it almost uncomfortable to see so deep into what made a hand, and she lifts her pale one to inspect it with her own eyes before turning back to the micro lens and putting her own hand underneath to inspect. “Gods, Phoebe, I don’t even know what to say.” She laughs, pulling back again and rubbing her hands awkwardly.“And all things are made up of these… cells...” She muses curiously before an idea strikes her and she runs a hand through her hair and pulls out a couple of strands that had been loose. Then she places them under the micro lens to look at what they look like too. It looks different than the hands but the idea is the same, and she gestures to Phoebe for her to come look at the dark strands under the lens.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
