REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“You’d better.” Rex trills softly, mischief glittering in her gaze before it softens at the mention of Frey and their shrines and how neither of them particularly seemed too blessed by them. She had been, once upon a time, until she’d failed recovering the Sparkbird and things had gone south since then. If ever she came back to life again, she isn’t even sure who she’d follow. Perhaps no one. But those thoughts are for the impossible, and right now she doesn’t want to dwell on it when his face and demeanor seems to change slightly despite his soft laugh. The way he shakes his head to loosen the tension it’s brought has her squeezing his arm in companionable quiet. “Yeah, that’s probably for the better.” She agrees, hoping that nothing else goes wrong or awry for them and everything Remi had dealt with up to this point.
As for the houseboat, though, she peers up at hi with eyes glittering and hungry for the answer. His brow lifts and she purses her lips briefly to consider it. “Sounds like it has tomato.” She murmurs softly just before he begins to explain. And honestly? It couldn’t be a more perfect name — after all, it was loads better than pb&j or the close second she’d thought of as simply just the club sandwich.
Her smile grows fonder as he explains the triangle sandwiches and she does her best to imagine this little triangle sandwich that might have been given out at meetings and get togethers, paired with tea or little luncheon drinks. “Tramezzini.” She repeats, as if placing it in her memory, fitting it with an accent of how Remi had said it with the touch of flare from how much time she’d spent with Bastien trying to learn the quirks of his language.
Satisfied, she peers up at him to spy the affection and the layers its made up of. And with his question she can’t help but to lean in and squeeze him tighter, her glee at being invited for even days that may seem mundane might give away her answer before she has a chance to verbalize it. “I’ve missed you too. So much.” She breathes softly, before she props her head up to blink up at him. “I’d gladly show up whenever you want me to. Whether or not there’s a big occasion.” And she means it, too, each and every word.
“I do have a request, though. That there’s some triangle sandwiches the next time I see you.” She winks, her full lips quirking into a playful smirk.
As for the houseboat, though, she peers up at hi with eyes glittering and hungry for the answer. His brow lifts and she purses her lips briefly to consider it. “Sounds like it has tomato.” She murmurs softly just before he begins to explain. And honestly? It couldn’t be a more perfect name — after all, it was loads better than pb&j or the close second she’d thought of as simply just the club sandwich.
Her smile grows fonder as he explains the triangle sandwiches and she does her best to imagine this little triangle sandwich that might have been given out at meetings and get togethers, paired with tea or little luncheon drinks. “Tramezzini.” She repeats, as if placing it in her memory, fitting it with an accent of how Remi had said it with the touch of flare from how much time she’d spent with Bastien trying to learn the quirks of his language.
Satisfied, she peers up at him to spy the affection and the layers its made up of. And with his question she can’t help but to lean in and squeeze him tighter, her glee at being invited for even days that may seem mundane might give away her answer before she has a chance to verbalize it. “I’ve missed you too. So much.” She breathes softly, before she props her head up to blink up at him. “I’d gladly show up whenever you want me to. Whether or not there’s a big occasion.” And she means it, too, each and every word.
“I do have a request, though. That there’s some triangle sandwiches the next time I see you.” She winks, her full lips quirking into a playful smirk.
and a wound in the other
