REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
She agreed when he spoke after she told him her story. It was hard, to remain cooped up with the world at your fingertips when you had been stuck to live within walls and cages and dungeons for much of your life. “I’m not a person for a cage.” She commented with a small smile sparking the corners of her lips, but there was still a small amount of wariness that resided within her eyes and posture as she let him lead her further into the darkness. But she had asked about him, he still held her hand gently as he began.For a moment, she paused in her thoughts when he spoke of living for so long. It sounded terrible if she were being honest, but she remained quiet when he continued to speak. “Hmm.” She paused, thoughtfully, listening still. She wasn’t sure if it was supposed to make her feel sorry for him, but in that moment she did even if she regretted it slightly. “It seems to me as though you’ve thrived.” She paused, head turning toward him again while they walked. “You don’t seem like the type of person to let things beat you down.” She offered, a bit of an afterthought.
But then, she remembered him saying something akin to an angel, and her brows furrowed in the darkness. “Did you have wings?” Her voice was nearly a whisper as she pondered the thought. “My husband and his people had wings.” She added, as if it made more sense why she was curious of it all. Large, birdlike wings, feathered to match different breeds of birds depending on what their heritage was. It made them formidable as well as dangerous, but incredibly beautiful.
“But it sounds like you’ve lived quite the long life, then. Can’t say I envy you in the slightest.” She teased a bit lightheartedly, but her words were truthful. She didn’t want to live an eternity, to watch worlds be made and destroyed, and to simply outlive it all.
But it burned in one.
