REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
“Ooooh.” She says intrigued at the idea of what Wessex proposes. Her head tilts back toward the Ascended Queen with a brilliant grin. “I do love decorating.” She admits with a snort. If asking for someone else to decorate her home was Wessex’s thing, being the decorator was certainly Rex’s. She begins to think up all she can do for the home, all the touches here and there that could make it more homey, more welcoming, and there’s a part within her that grows excited at the prospect.
She stretches out again and settles in as she makes some mental notes. “Do you have any thoughts on what you might like? Colors? Themes?” She ponders thoughtfully, thinking of the foyer and the staircase upon entering it. Thinking of what kind of bright colors might make it more comforting, what kind of rugs and what not might make the appearance softer compared to the bladed edges of Wessex. They may clash compared to Wessex’s usual style, but it’s the thought that matters, the feeling it gives.
She stretches out again and settles in as she makes some mental notes. “Do you have any thoughts on what you might like? Colors? Themes?” She ponders thoughtfully, thinking of the foyer and the staircase upon entering it. Thinking of what kind of bright colors might make it more comforting, what kind of rugs and what not might make the appearance softer compared to the bladed edges of Wessex. They may clash compared to Wessex’s usual style, but it’s the thought that matters, the feeling it gives.
and a wound in the other
