Day 20.1
Many hours later, nearing morning, found Lexx still on the Rift. He was changing his clothes in preparation for this next trip to the surface to capture the next dice. It was his goal to have the dice caught within a few hours time so he wouldn't be late for his visit with Chel.
He paused in front of the mirror, glancing down at the robe in his arms. It was another one cut for his wings with very little defining form.
"Wings… I hate them." Lexx sighed, the object of his thoughts drooping slightly over his shoulders. They were awkward and heavy. He hated how they looked.
"If it wasn't for the fact they would - grow back, I'd break them off." He considered in a moment of angry defiance. "Doesn't matter how much it'd hurt."
Lexx shook his head, sending his hair cascading neatly against the sides of his face. The ends were neatly trimmed, but it was only a matter of time before they became ragged. Lexx stared at his slightly distorted reflection in the mirror. The dice had apparently dented it up somehow, without breaking it.
"I should grow my hair longer." Lexx considered. His hair had varied in length since he'd began the game. He had discovered quickly that long hair was not a very logical way to have your hair. It was too easy to snag, grab or … catch on fire as he'd witnessed occur to Damian on one unfortunate hunt. A smile slowly crept across Lexx's face at the mental imagery.
