REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
She trills a hum of a laugh his way as he questions her, deigning to respond until he finishes and she swoops back to catch up with him. Dark eyes slide over to his winged form, a feeling of happiness bubbling from her. “I was both for a time.” She sends him, another feeling of amusement leaving her to him. But it didn’t really matter, she had been the same the first time they met — when they had summoned Frey and she had pushed herself to him, hoping it might please the deity. My what a year it had been.
“People get… Weird around nobility. I never liked that, the power they held over people’s heads.” A hint of nostalgia flows. “I always thought I’d make a good queen, but only because it was forced upon me. I never wanted it, never craved it.” Her head tilts and she beats her wings a bit more, flowing into an easy pattern beside him.
“People get… Weird around nobility. I never liked that, the power they held over people’s heads.” A hint of nostalgia flows. “I always thought I’d make a good queen, but only because it was forced upon me. I never wanted it, never craved it.” Her head tilts and she beats her wings a bit more, flowing into an easy pattern beside him.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
