the crooked kind

R E X A N N A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. Perhaps this was one of the gods that Remi had mentioned previously, and it caused a pit of unease to settle in the bottom of her stomach, but she continued on. Remi’s voice reaching toward Frey to explain the switch, voicing the name of another god (Rexanna assumed) before turning his attention to her. He was nervous, as far as Rexanna could tell – but she bore all the confidence needed in the hopes that this could go right. She’d done it before, after all. But Remi’s voice rumbled again, hesitating, his arm lacing its way along her waist, her sapphire gaze lingering on him as he raised his chin to address the god directly. No, no, no. It wouldn’t work if he had explained the plan, it’s just what Rexanna imagined would work. But now that it was on the table, and Remi’s arm tightened around her waist, she found herself opening her mouth to respond, to hopefully salvage the event that happened. Her fingers aimed to tighten her hold onto Remi, but as she began to speak and move, she realized she couldn’t. Wide eyes took in Remi for the brief moment before Frey stepped toward them, pulling them apart as Rexanna’s eyes bore a silent scream. She was then bound, pushed to her knees, and a gag found its way into her mouth as her head was forced to follow the god as they moved. She was also forced to watch while she was left disregarded and Remi remained the focus. She wanted to speak around the gag, wanted to spit it out and try to salvage what they had done to cause this. Her mind raced around all the possible options, but where she had once been bound by men, it made it much easier to get around than a god with magic and what appeared to be endless power coursing their veins. So she was forced to watch, to listen, as Frey focused on Remi and her eyes and head glued to following them. The voice, so terrible and yet beautiful, despite focusing on Remi seemed to make Rexanna’s body go still, unable to fight back. All the woman could do was watch, bound to the ground. As Frey spoke, saying such terrible things to Remi of a man that he loved, Rexanna’s stomach dropped. She wanted to scream at the god, to demand to give it back. But the deity withdrew, standing to look over the both of them, announcing the way Frey could return it, and she watched as the god disappeared, bindings in toe. Immediately, Rexanna scrambled, her legs and arms pushing her up as her breath caught in her throat. “What DO you want?” She hissed at the ground where the deity had previously stood, before going to Remi, apologies bright in her eyes, the need to comfort him if she could, to help fix this. It was her fault, wasn’t it? “Remi I’m so sorry.” She began, eyes wide and regret flowing there. “I can help you fix this, I need to fix this.” She began to ramble, wanting to touch him to comfort him but refraining – though she could still feel the ghost of his protective around her waist as if he could protect her from the god’s threats. Where was she when she could have tried the same? “Let me help you, please.” Her voice broke, shifting as she nearly begged him. fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.