a candle's fire
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
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#43
REXANNA
they say that war is hell,
but true hell begins when the battle ends —
It was a happy coincidence that Phoebe and her had become such fast friends, one that Rexanna was grateful for as time went on; and even if her friend disliked her choices in men, at least the blond haired woman was still there for her — still a friend and willing to help by whatever means. She only hoped Phoebe knew that Rexanna was there for her in the same right, should anything happen. She was only a few doors down.

Those thoughts muddled in her head while she absently watched Phoebe consider the plants and begin to put together something for her. She was intrigued by it, finding it so eerily similar to home despite being worlds away, and it helped settle her; made her feel more at home in a way without all the dying and brutality of wars and bloodshed between people (so far at least, if only she knew), and she smiled when Phoebe managed to get everything together. Her head shifting to look upon her friend as she instructed her how to use them.

Then, as Phoebe began to speak of cramping, Rexanna’s head bobbed in acknowledgement. “Anything to help, right?” She added with a quiet grin and a small chime of a laugh. “I appreciate this so much, Phoebe. Honestly.” She said, reaching to gather the items carefully and embrace her friend.
and you're the only one who's hands drip red.
the real war rages in your heart;
it always has.


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