#( r. hendrix. // reyna x theo. )

[reynahendrix]

location. ⁺ the church.

it was an irrational fear that her flesh would begin to burn if she stepped foot into the church. not that reyna had fallen deep into any sins. it was the amount of death she'd seen - here, and before. the light around her had never been bright, or golden. there was always a feeling of decay in shades of blue. faith wasn't ever a part of the woman. she could barely grip onto hope. - and for someone who couldn't quite articulate themself, she hated the sense of being.. seen. it brought an uncomfortable shuffle. " theo ? " the guard tapped hesitantly. pushing the door open, reyna felt a sense of relief seeing the other, knowing she wasn't going to be alone in the holy space with her claustrophobic feelings. " uhm - i found this. " perched in the middle of the road like it symbolized something. not reading into it, reyna stepped forward with caution towards the space like it would bite her. " didn't know if it was yours ? " missing pieces naturally held frustration of something being incomplete. holding out the chess piece, rook, chariot of sorts, reyna handed it over.

reyna barely knew how to play chess. she had a board of her own in her makeshift bedroom of what used to be the projection room of the old cinema. her board didn't hold the purpose of the game. instead, reyna had drilled the game board to the wall, superglued its pieces to act as hangers for her jewelry. surely blasphemy for those who played seriously. - she'd always been innovative with what she had.

closed starter. // @theodorearsene