REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
A bubbling laugh slips through the bond toward Remi in response to the marriage arrangement. They try, but it never works. She admits, but there’s no sorrow behind it. Just humor, the ability to laugh at it now is a feeling that feels almost foreign to her. Mine went well at first, until you know, the treason and the dungeon, and when he branded me an enemy of the crown. She wonders if he'll make the connection to the C on her collarbone. C for Crown. Yet, if she could send a feeling of a shrug toward him, she would have. But she continues to beat her wings against the wind, zipping through it, despite the dark words she had told him – light among the dark, the silver lining, the Penumbra of her eclipse.
He mentions Zariah’s idea of an army, and she barks a quiet laugh toward him. It is good to be protected, but to be overly protected without warrant is paranoia. She puts it simply. To have the grounds people trained would be beneficial. To have them enlisted and recruited into an army? Seemed like overkill.
And then she tells Remi of negotiations. And his words reach her mind with a hum of amusement and laughter.
Still, she spreads her wings further, dark feathers flickering against the winds as the air pushes against her feathers in all different ways – she breathes easily, zipping and swooping, casual dips and weaves against the winds in the night. His question takes her a bit by surprise, and she turns her head back to look at him inquisitively. She hadn’t offered herself up for anything, hadn’t thought about helping in anyway, but well… If they needed it, she would do it.
So she retorts back with a cheeky feeling crossing the bond, slowing down for him to catch up. Hmm… If only you did. She tells him before she beats her wings and speeds up again.
He mentions Zariah’s idea of an army, and she barks a quiet laugh toward him. It is good to be protected, but to be overly protected without warrant is paranoia. She puts it simply. To have the grounds people trained would be beneficial. To have them enlisted and recruited into an army? Seemed like overkill.
And then she tells Remi of negotiations. And his words reach her mind with a hum of amusement and laughter.
Still, she spreads her wings further, dark feathers flickering against the winds as the air pushes against her feathers in all different ways – she breathes easily, zipping and swooping, casual dips and weaves against the winds in the night. His question takes her a bit by surprise, and she turns her head back to look at him inquisitively. She hadn’t offered herself up for anything, hadn’t thought about helping in anyway, but well… If they needed it, she would do it.
So she retorts back with a cheeky feeling crossing the bond, slowing down for him to catch up. Hmm… If only you did. She tells him before she beats her wings and speeds up again.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
