REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
It breaks her heart, the timid boy before her. But she fights through it, smiling to him as gently as she can. To show him they are the same, that their race is the same. And gods how they needed more in their ranks, if only to extend her family bigger. More to protect, sure, but more to love in the end. The Penumbra has more than enough love to share. Her smile grows a bit brighter at his comment in return to her own, until he grows sharper and firm when he tells her he doesn’t hook anymore.She doesn’t know what he means, and her dark brows furrow together slightly as she tilts her head. “I don’t know what that means. But you’re safe here, with me and people like you and I. We’re called Ascended, here.” She tells him, equally as gently as before. But had she known what he had meant by the term, she would have had a further shattered heart. She knew what it was like to do that. She had spent quite some time in that very same position. At least now, she has a husband and a wonderful life thus far. She can only hope he gets the same. And as for the tidbit of their race, well, there would be plenty of time to fill in the blanks.
So she drifts from him slightly to give him space, gesturing with a pale hand dressed in dark furs and leather toward the path to her home, when she falters and pauses when he asks if she has beds. Sapphire eyes drift back to him with a nod and a smile. “I have a few beds, actually. You can have your pick.” She assures him. They don’t need to sleep, but the normalcy of it and reading their systems has become a bit of a norm for her. And besides; she much prefers the simple intimacy it brings between the two of them. “It’s an old home of mine, before I married. It’s mostly empty now but there’s plenty of space.” She offers, beginning to walk.
