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REXANNA
and yet i swear i love this earth,
that scars and scalds, that burns my feet. At first, she ignored the lightning that illuminated everything. But as time went on, she grew more curious, more restless, unable to sleep until she found out what was happening. She grabbed little things in terms of preparedness, a jacket to cover her from the cold and she set out; following voices until it ended with her at the Spire yet again. And everyone was hurt in one way or another. Arguments, bickering, the usual; yet as she came closer, her legs taking her quickly as she ran on swift feet toward those fallen in the grass, she looked to all those gathered. “What the fuck happened?” A panicked voice as she grew closer, stopping only as she spotted Lucas on the ground. She didn’t hear his request, had come a hint too late to hear it, but she approached him quickly. Dropping to her knees, her sapphire gaze slipped to his mottled body and the Spire looming above. Pulling her hair back she beheld Lucas with concerned eyes — he was, after all, a friend. “What do you need? What can I do?” She questioned, noticing how others rallied around the other fallen and how Lucas remained mostly alone. In that moment, she only cared about somehow helping him. She didn’t think of Bastien or the drama involving the Spire with the Outlanders and Naturals. She didn’t even look to Rory to notice Jigano wasn’t there. Rexanna only wanted to help. and even hell is holy. |
