the crooked kind

R E X A N N A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. So as it turned out, Rexanna was a naïve creature, uncertain of what this land held. She had never met a god before, she had never been on the receiving end of some eternal and infinite deity. The closest she had come was just believing in one, letting that take her through the darkest days she’d had, trapped in a dark dungeon waiting for death. Yet, she nodded to Remi encouragingly as his accented voice called upon the gods, as if he had experience calling them more than once. Perhaps he was the one that had called upon the gods that had done so many terrible things? Either way, Rexanna was hopeful as her sapphire gaze slipped to the shrine, her breath hitching a bit as his call to the gods ended. What happened now? Her eyes had never left the alter, and nothing at first seemed to happen. Perhaps it was better that way to have no response to it than to have a terrible one as Remi had told her previously. After a few more seconds, she turned her head to look at Remi, mouth parting slightly to ask a question before a smell greeted the two of them – so sweet and soothing and Rexanna found her eyebrows furrowing together. Her lips sealed shut as a voice rang out too, both beautiful and dangerously alluring, and the woman found herself spinning toward the source. The god before her was completely nude and Rexanna would have been a bit taken aback were it not for her previous encounters before slipping into this world. Rexanna wasn’t a virgin by any stretch, and she glanced to Remi a bit worriedly. Before, she had used sex as a means to an escape – to slip away from guard. It wasn’t something she particularly was proud of, nor was it something she enjoyed much anymore. And she liked Remi well enough as a friend to not go and desecrate that meaning by sleeping with him and this deity. She paused in her thoughts, watching as Frey winked to Remi and turned their attention to her. Her breath hitched a bit, and she found herself wanting to look away until Frey’s voice cut in once again, spouting the word abandoned, and before Rexanna could actually contemplate what that meant, Frey had moved on and asked them to move on with it. She looked to Remi then, offering him a small smile and shrug of her shoulders. “I don’t really know what to ask other than things about this place, so if you have something better, go ahead and ask.” She paused, chewing on her lip slightly and tugging on the hemline of her shirt. Then, as an idea sprung to Rex’s mind, she turned toward Remi and leaned into him should he let her, aiming her head toward his neck and ear. “It’s not my first time, and we might be able to ask more questions.” Her voice was soft and aimed only for Remi to hear, her sapphire gaze hoping to scan his face. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.