REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
“Resilliance.” She replied, still blind in the swaths of inky darkness as they walked – trusting Lucas enough to lead her the correct way and hopefully not into the mouth of a beast. But he spoke again, mentioning the commodities of his old world and she grew curious of what his role exactly was. He hadn’t elaborated – he had only said he disagreed with whoever was in charge of the angels, and had been dropped to a place of pain and suffering; ivory wings had turned to obsidian, but what kind of commodities were there in a place like that?Her confusion worked well enough to keep her occupied until they rounded back somehow and eventually Lucas released her hand and mentioned she had made it safe and sound. Her hand lingered close to his for a brief moment before she looked toward the moonlight – eyes adjusting to the light that filtered through and illuminated their faces. Her head swiveled back to let her sapphire gaze linger on Lucas’ face – now far too curious to simply let him be.
Was it a show of his good will? That it wasn’t intentional, but more like when an animal starved is given a hint of food?
She frowned for a moment, head tilting as she stood beneath the filtered moonlight, illuminating around her head like some kind of dark, pearlescent halo. “What kind of commodities did you have before? The wings, yes, flight? What else?” She questioned, infinitely curious, taking the bait, making a fool of herself in trusting him a bit further than she had earlier this night.
But it burned in one.
