REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
She listens to him diligently, as a good friend does when someone tells them something important. And she resonates with him, in a way, smiling softly to him in agreement. “As have I.” She offers quietly. Her marriage in Halyven had been orchestrated, schemed, plotted. It never harnessed any love, any hope aside from keeping her country safe. But ah, none of it really mattered anymore, did it? She had relinquished it the moment she Ascended. Now all they were, were memories. And she holds onto them still, just without the regret she once bore.
Soon enough, he stands from the rock and she follows his figure, watching while he stretches and she stands too. She doesn’t stretch, however, she has no real need to. All she does is watch, listen, learn. And she dips down into the recesses of her wells, into the one that’s not quite hers, feeling foreign yet powerful. And with it, she glances over to Remi with a small laugh. “You’ve got a surprising amount in you.” She jests, reaching for the hawk he has described, pushing past the beast with claws and wings and barbed tails for something more delicate, more normal.
And soon enough, she watches as Remi begins to sprout feathers while she pulls at it. A small chuckle leaving her lips at the sight of the pale feathers curling beneath his hair, before she notices she’s shrunk quite a bit. She looks down to herself, body small and delicate, arms with wings and feathers. Her body is darker than his, far more brown with little flecks of white within, and she looks to Remi with a wide look and open beak of surprise. “Oh?!” She squawks in surprise, fluttering her arms at the sides of her, feeling the feathers drag in the grasses.
Soon enough, he stands from the rock and she follows his figure, watching while he stretches and she stands too. She doesn’t stretch, however, she has no real need to. All she does is watch, listen, learn. And she dips down into the recesses of her wells, into the one that’s not quite hers, feeling foreign yet powerful. And with it, she glances over to Remi with a small laugh. “You’ve got a surprising amount in you.” She jests, reaching for the hawk he has described, pushing past the beast with claws and wings and barbed tails for something more delicate, more normal.
And soon enough, she watches as Remi begins to sprout feathers while she pulls at it. A small chuckle leaving her lips at the sight of the pale feathers curling beneath his hair, before she notices she’s shrunk quite a bit. She looks down to herself, body small and delicate, arms with wings and feathers. Her body is darker than his, far more brown with little flecks of white within, and she looks to Remi with a wide look and open beak of surprise. “Oh?!” She squawks in surprise, fluttering her arms at the sides of her, feeling the feathers drag in the grasses.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
