i'm tired of the weight of mortality, i want to tear it from my veins
until i bleed silver and gold
A fae soon appears, and Rexanna dips her head in greeting to the other woman before her gaze lifts back to Loren with that playful fanged smirk along her lips as he turns to her to give the answer. “Ack.” She says, wrinkling her nose at his term of your majesty, shaking her head as her dark hair bounces around her shoulders. “Next time.” She winks before settling again and humming thoughtfully.
“That’s a difficult one.” She says at first, contemplating it enough that her brows furrow and she fidgets with the parasol over her shoulder, one hand going to trace the raised skin of her brand while she thinks on it. She doesn’t think she’s right when she finally settles on an answer, but she tells him her answer anyway, settling and waiting for the others to announce their thoughts on the matter.
“That’s a difficult one.” She says at first, contemplating it enough that her brows furrow and she fidgets with the parasol over her shoulder, one hand going to trace the raised skin of her brand while she thinks on it. She doesn’t think she’s right when she finally settles on an answer, but she tells him her answer anyway, settling and waiting for the others to announce their thoughts on the matter.
maybe one day they'll chant our names
and name galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal
REXANNA
