REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
There’s a hum that leaves her throat in regards to the explanation, wondering if that was indeed the reason for the shape of his own plumage. But she finds it suits him, the way they have that bird of prey shape, and she finds it additionally charming with the boyish smile he gives her. And it relieves her further, wondering if perhaps it would be nice to experience and explore the wings when she knew she wouldn’t be reprimanded for it.
The kind of freedom it would give.
His head tilts as she mentions the cuddling, and she smirks lightly in response, a bright chimed laugh leaving her lips. “Well, I’m afraid I can’t give out any body heat but I’m always ready for a cuddle.” She admits, tilting her own head back to him. She doesn’t consider what it could mean, what it could imply. But she had already bitten him, stopped anything further.
And besides, what’s a little cuddling between friends? She’s done far more with them. “What do you think?” She asks him with a small fanged smile, head tilted and arms crossed.
The kind of freedom it would give.
His head tilts as she mentions the cuddling, and she smirks lightly in response, a bright chimed laugh leaving her lips. “Well, I’m afraid I can’t give out any body heat but I’m always ready for a cuddle.” She admits, tilting her own head back to him. She doesn’t consider what it could mean, what it could imply. But she had already bitten him, stopped anything further.
And besides, what’s a little cuddling between friends? She’s done far more with them. “What do you think?” She asks him with a small fanged smile, head tilted and arms crossed.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
