Every moment cradled in Rexanna's arms simultaneously feels like a hundred years, and the blink of an eye. He is starved for the contact, the care that emanates from her even he if can scarcely feel the pressure of her arms around him. Clem relishes in each dragging moment, and yet it's not enough, seeming to fly by before he's ready to pull away. If he could ever be ready to pull away. The soothing strokes upon his back are similarly distant, faded, but they slow his tears and instead he simply curls into her for the comfort of her embrace.
A wet giggle escapes at the notion that Rexanna had verbally desecrated royalty in front of the Queen. But he was glad that Wessex hadn't done anything drastic, like called for her head or something, like one of those old fairytales. [say]"How did she take it?"[/say] he grins, turning his head to glance at Rexanna's profile from her shoulder, reluctant to actually pull away.
But he must, and when he does, apologies flowing steadily from his mouth, Clemente is certainly not prepared for Rexanna's show of magic. He gapes at it, eyes wide and round, and without thinking reaches out to grasp at the new material. It's definitely different, and his huge gaze flickers from his hand to Rexanna's face and back again, mouth hanging. [say]"That was so cool!!"[/say] he cries, tugging on the fabric like it holds the secret to such tricks. [say]"Can you do that for me?!"[/say] Of course he instantly feels bad to ask it, unsure what it takes out of Rexanna to perform such things, but he's absolutely exuberant with the idea of commonplace magic.
A wet giggle escapes at the notion that Rexanna had verbally desecrated royalty in front of the Queen. But he was glad that Wessex hadn't done anything drastic, like called for her head or something, like one of those old fairytales. [say]"How did she take it?"[/say] he grins, turning his head to glance at Rexanna's profile from her shoulder, reluctant to actually pull away.
But he must, and when he does, apologies flowing steadily from his mouth, Clemente is certainly not prepared for Rexanna's show of magic. He gapes at it, eyes wide and round, and without thinking reaches out to grasp at the new material. It's definitely different, and his huge gaze flickers from his hand to Rexanna's face and back again, mouth hanging. [say]"That was so cool!!"[/say] he cries, tugging on the fabric like it holds the secret to such tricks. [say]"Can you do that for me?!"[/say] Of course he instantly feels bad to ask it, unsure what it takes out of Rexanna to perform such things, but he's absolutely exuberant with the idea of commonplace magic.
