REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“On your twentieth I will have the biggest display of dick fireworks that it’ll make your wedding look poor in comparison.” She proudly boasts, brows bouncing playfully before she’s showing off her little firework trick, twisting back toward him with a beaming smile. Her shoulders rise and fall as she twists a touch, a playful vision of a girl pleased to receive acknowledgement even if she wasn’t sure how to accept it. “Thanks Remi.” Rex hums softer than her proclamation at the beginning had been.
But then as she’s teasing him about the new grey hairs and the wrinkles she’d not seen before in his youthful face, Rex’s laugh is a trickled chime even as she’s bumped and drawn back in, and she nestles in as if seeking his heat, peering up at him with her dark sapphire gaze in wonder, ready for the answer to the question of all these chapters she’d missed.
Chapters a part of her regrets having not been around to witness.
Mention of Frey has her nose wrinkling slightly, though, and she follows his glance. “Hotaru’s always had the twin gene.” She murmurs thoughtfully, before realizing that Enzo wasn’t exactly living. Instead, brought here by the very same thing Rex herself is. Her expression softens. “Gods, I can only imagine. They really have it out for you.” She murmurs, heaving a soft sigh before she’s meeting his seaglass gaze again. Her smile, hidden briefly, blooms into something bright and wide as he tells her about the houseboat in the Cordillera. “Of course it was after a sandwich. Please tell me it was a good sandwich and not like…” she peers up at him with her amusement, thinking, lips quirking into a soft laugh. “PB and J?”
But then as she’s teasing him about the new grey hairs and the wrinkles she’d not seen before in his youthful face, Rex’s laugh is a trickled chime even as she’s bumped and drawn back in, and she nestles in as if seeking his heat, peering up at him with her dark sapphire gaze in wonder, ready for the answer to the question of all these chapters she’d missed.
Chapters a part of her regrets having not been around to witness.
Mention of Frey has her nose wrinkling slightly, though, and she follows his glance. “Hotaru’s always had the twin gene.” She murmurs thoughtfully, before realizing that Enzo wasn’t exactly living. Instead, brought here by the very same thing Rex herself is. Her expression softens. “Gods, I can only imagine. They really have it out for you.” She murmurs, heaving a soft sigh before she’s meeting his seaglass gaze again. Her smile, hidden briefly, blooms into something bright and wide as he tells her about the houseboat in the Cordillera. “Of course it was after a sandwich. Please tell me it was a good sandwich and not like…” she peers up at him with her amusement, thinking, lips quirking into a soft laugh. “PB and J?”
and a wound in the other
