high hopes

As Bastien laughed about Remi, she bobbed her head in a nod. “It had almost worked!” She began with a quiet laugh of her own. “But you’re right.” She added with a pleasant dip of her head, her dark hair dancing along her shoulders with the movement. But as she spoke of the Ascended and how many wonderful things she had felt before passing out. “Your neck is sore for a while after, but for the time it’s worth it.” She replied with a knowing look and a slight smirk that tilted up the corner of her lip. When she complimented his artwork, Bastien replied with a voice dipped in flirtation and her eyes drifted from the sketches to his face. Part of her wanted to tell him that she did have a bad side once – where a hideous brand on her collarbone had sat. For now, only small scarring raced her sides and her spine, but it was nothing like that brand. She kept quite however, letting him speak more as she paid attention – her head tilting in an amused yet surprised way. “Perhaps I will.” She cooed to him in her sultry tone, moving to step closer to him well aware that she still remained without most of her clothing. Tilting her head up to him, she offered him her own flirtatious smirk in return. “A proper set with what exactly?” She asked with yet another tilt of her head, shifting her weight slightly so most of it sat on her other leg and her arms folded along her chest but low enough to not adhere a view. “Something fun I hope.” She murmured in response – teasing him lightly before she stepped away with a quiet laugh back toward the place he had posed her before to lean against the warmth of the cover. RexannA you are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs you are haunted like every holy thing.

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