He was patient as she spoke of her worries, of her hesitation and she appreciated being able to be so open to him. His chin rested on her head as she spoke and when she had finished, his own voice rumbled through. She wanted to laugh at the idea, how she had left one kind of prison for another – fearful of losing anything and yet everything. It hadn’t happened to her this far, but she had witnessed it first hand, causing the start of the fear of it all.
He lifted her then, putting her onto the ground and she leaned back into him as his cheek met her own and he offered a proposition. She, again, wanted to laugh at the idea. “I… I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” She stumbled over the words, envisioning Frey and what had happened to Remi and what her and Remi were about to do. Sure, they had shared a few kisses here but Rexanna was nervous of it blossoming into more. “It was a very awkward exchange.” She began, crossing her legs underneath her. “The man I was with suffered for it.” She finally said, turning her head up to look at him as he took her hand.
His thumb gently ran along her palm before he lifted her hand to kiss it and she offered him a small shy smile. “You poor thing.” She paused with a quiet laugh. She got a bit more serious, however, letting him continue to trail his thumb along her palm. “Go on, rat shepherd, what does my fortune say?” She teased in return, flashing him a wink before inhaling deeply and waiting to see if it was a good fortune or if something within her spoke of disaster.
It seemed to follow in her wake, whether she caused it or not. She hadn’t been the luckiest of anyone. So far in this land she had been lucky; her encounter with Archebold ended in a good note, her time with Remi and Frey had ended with her only having a few small bruises around her wrists that were mostly faded now. She didn’t have much reason to believe this world would hate her as much as the last, but she had spent the last majority of her life causing havoc and destruction, running from anything that breathed. It was hard to break old habits.
RexannA
just because you are soft,
doesn't mean you're not a force.
honey and wildfire are both the color gold.
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