REXANNA
for a time it seemed to me that we were
starlight-touched
There’s this familiarity that Rexanna finds when Wessex explains, more like a teacher and dare she think friend amidst everything else going on. It’s a kind of comfort she didn’t know she needed until Wessex gives it, the hard truths that only someone like the Ascended woman could give. And luckily for Wessex, Rexanna is a level headed woman. She sees both sides of the coin, it is how she’s learned to adapt and change, and shift from her old ways. She likes to think she tries hard at it, but now it comes comfortably to her. And when Wessex mentions no children, she offers a nod. She knew that much, and even though she would love to bear a child one day, she’s still certain she can’t. So what’s the harm in that? At least there might be children around that she can visit. Perhaps it is enough.
When Wessex continues on and speaks of not needing to breathe, it catches her attention with interest. She’s never experienced not needing to breathe, and she’s certain it takes some kind of adjustment period to get used to. The rest of everything seem like perks to her, no pain, no becoming cold and too hot. But there is one question on her mind. “Will you ever get to feel the sun again?” The question is perhaps a bit quiet, but there’s hope within it. The sun, the feeling of the warmth on her face, some of the only things that kept her sane enough when she was locked away and freed. A reminder that there’s warmth in the world if you knew where to look. She thinks that will be the hardest part for her.
But as she expresses the mention of Bastien asking the Voice, she notices Wessex’s tone change and her work stall. Her head lifts as Wessex gives her the cold hard truths and she nods in understanding. “It’s why I’ve bided my time.” She admits at first, offering Wessex a smile. “I learned from Frey that I need to do things for myself. They placed a curse on me until I learned my mistakes. But—” She pauses, gesturing to her face and how clean and striking her skin is regardless of the work and running they had done, how she should have a small amount of sweat and misplaced hairs, how they never made an appearance. “—I must have proved myself enough to be blessed by them and the curse removed.” She shrugs, and her tone grows more serious too.
“I want to become something better. I have become a pawn of Zariah because of my magic and I want a way out, I want to be able to fight back, to fight against any other kind of injustices out there. I can’t do it on my own, and the Voice saved me once.” Her eyes drift from Wessex briefly to look out over the field. “I have been in some very dark places and I no longer want to be helpless. This world has given me magic, yes, but.” She pauses as she looks to Wessex again, a kind of steel in her sapphire shadowed gaze. “I want to be able to better protect myself, to never let what happened to me happen again and I am walking so closely down that path with no way of escape other than to become useless and powerful in other ways.”
She doesn’t know why she tells Wessex all this, but there’s this strange sense within her that perhaps Wessex might understand. And even if Bastien hadn’t asked her to, and she hadn’t gotten wrapped up with Zariah, she sees her path leading the same way. It’s the only thing she can think of or see anymore, her own excuses fading in the light of what she could become. And she wants to become it, she wants people to be afraid of hurting her, she wants to fight back.
Her thoughts are pulled away as Wessex remarks about Lucas and she snorts in response. “He has this awful way of giving a roundabout answer that I just don’t care to decipher.” She adds with a quiet laugh. “I think you’ve about covered all the questions I had. I really appreciate it; there are many here that sugar coat everything when you really just need someone to tell it to you straight.” She gives Wessex a wider smile in response to it, thankful for the answering of questions and the training. And there’s a part of her that’s hopeful this won’t be the last.
When Wessex continues on and speaks of not needing to breathe, it catches her attention with interest. She’s never experienced not needing to breathe, and she’s certain it takes some kind of adjustment period to get used to. The rest of everything seem like perks to her, no pain, no becoming cold and too hot. But there is one question on her mind. “Will you ever get to feel the sun again?” The question is perhaps a bit quiet, but there’s hope within it. The sun, the feeling of the warmth on her face, some of the only things that kept her sane enough when she was locked away and freed. A reminder that there’s warmth in the world if you knew where to look. She thinks that will be the hardest part for her.
But as she expresses the mention of Bastien asking the Voice, she notices Wessex’s tone change and her work stall. Her head lifts as Wessex gives her the cold hard truths and she nods in understanding. “It’s why I’ve bided my time.” She admits at first, offering Wessex a smile. “I learned from Frey that I need to do things for myself. They placed a curse on me until I learned my mistakes. But—” She pauses, gesturing to her face and how clean and striking her skin is regardless of the work and running they had done, how she should have a small amount of sweat and misplaced hairs, how they never made an appearance. “—I must have proved myself enough to be blessed by them and the curse removed.” She shrugs, and her tone grows more serious too.
“I want to become something better. I have become a pawn of Zariah because of my magic and I want a way out, I want to be able to fight back, to fight against any other kind of injustices out there. I can’t do it on my own, and the Voice saved me once.” Her eyes drift from Wessex briefly to look out over the field. “I have been in some very dark places and I no longer want to be helpless. This world has given me magic, yes, but.” She pauses as she looks to Wessex again, a kind of steel in her sapphire shadowed gaze. “I want to be able to better protect myself, to never let what happened to me happen again and I am walking so closely down that path with no way of escape other than to become useless and powerful in other ways.”
She doesn’t know why she tells Wessex all this, but there’s this strange sense within her that perhaps Wessex might understand. And even if Bastien hadn’t asked her to, and she hadn’t gotten wrapped up with Zariah, she sees her path leading the same way. It’s the only thing she can think of or see anymore, her own excuses fading in the light of what she could become. And she wants to become it, she wants people to be afraid of hurting her, she wants to fight back.
Her thoughts are pulled away as Wessex remarks about Lucas and she snorts in response. “He has this awful way of giving a roundabout answer that I just don’t care to decipher.” She adds with a quiet laugh. “I think you’ve about covered all the questions I had. I really appreciate it; there are many here that sugar coat everything when you really just need someone to tell it to you straight.” She gives Wessex a wider smile in response to it, thankful for the answering of questions and the training. And there’s a part of her that’s hopeful this won’t be the last.
failing to realize we were actually
starcrossed
the stars were never
on our side
