the crooked kind

R E X A N N A golden child, lion girl — tell me what it’s like to conquer. When Rexanna looked to Remi, the first thing she noticed was that while the bonds had disappeared, he remained in the same position. His head cast down, staring at the grass – tear streaked cheeks and Rexanna’s heart yearned for him, it broke for him, and while he didn’t feel anything, Rexanna certainly did. Her heart broke for him, and she found her face tinged pink in embarrassment, worry, and fear. Had she just lost a friend? But he looked up to her, straightened, sliding a hand through his hair and announcing that he was fine. She wanted to scream more. He most certainly wasn’t fine, and even if he felt fine, it made no difference for what his lover would feel. How could you pretend to love someone when the feelings weren’t there? Concern glanced her features, but she allowed him to stand, stepping back as he offered her one of the boyish grins he had before the earthquake, before the encounter, and she felt completely undeserving of it. “A-Are you sure?” She stammered, her eyes looking to him bright and terrified, though she knew he’d probably say yes. Rexanna exhaled sharply through her nose, not even bothering with her own appearance – her shirt disheveled to reveal the brand in the shape of a C on her collarbone. Her eyes remained on his face, her hair a bit tangled yet pushed back out of her face as she studied him, fighting her instinct to touch and fix. Then, as if she realized that Frey had spoken of a him that Remi had loved, her cheeks grew pinker. “I didn’t know, I didn’t think it would go like that.” She also said, in the hopes of remedying anything. She didn't care that Remi preferred men. She didn’t care who loved who, she only cared about the people that cared for her – and that phantom protective arm around her waist made her yearn for him, in the way that he cared enough to even do so and she felt bound to return the favor. Instead, her wonderful idea had gotten Remi punished, and Rexanna felt the strong need to fix what had happened – but she didn’t know how. “Can I do anything for you to help?” She asked almost sheepishly, her sapphire gaze holding a bit of fierce determination within them. Remi i drank a bit before posting this so if it doesnt make sense or stuff isnt clear just ping me LOL fearless child, broken girl — tell me what it’s like to burn.