i am singing now while rome burns // we are all just trying to be holy
Rexanna surprisingly doesn’t mind bragging – it makes her happy for her friends, it helps her know what her enemies value most, it helps to prove and find weaknesses, and yet Rexanna rarely brags about her own unless she’s commenting that she’s Abandoned and Ascended, a combination of the two of them. But it’s also well known information, nothing secretive, nothing hidden beneath her skin. She listens while Wessex begins to speak, mentioning that there are other demi-gods running around, and her head tilts curiously. “Are there?” She hasn’t seen, hasn’t gone out enough to see.
But she remains quiet while Wessex begins to mention she’s gotten two abilities, head lifted to view the location of her friend in curiosity, a quiet chimed laugh at the mention that it’s fucking cool, before she doesn’t notice anything happen. She can’t see at least, but she can feel the pressure on the couch shift as though Wessex is no longer there, as if she’s gotten up from the couch. She can hear the knock on the door, and her brows furrow together, head turning toward the door. “Wait, what happened?” She asks with a quiet amusement, the ghost of a smile along her face as she waits for someone to explain what the hell just happened.
But she remains quiet while Wessex begins to mention she’s gotten two abilities, head lifted to view the location of her friend in curiosity, a quiet chimed laugh at the mention that it’s fucking cool, before she doesn’t notice anything happen. She can’t see at least, but she can feel the pressure on the couch shift as though Wessex is no longer there, as if she’s gotten up from the couch. She can hear the knock on the door, and her brows furrow together, head turning toward the door. “Wait, what happened?” She asks with a quiet amusement, the ghost of a smile along her face as she waits for someone to explain what the hell just happened.
rexanna
