homesick

REXANNA the sun inside of her rages like wildfire She wasn’t used to this place enough or her surroundings to realize that someone had followed her. She also had lacked the common sense to truly look around her before she ended up leaning against the wall and popping open the book, her pale hand played beneath the hard cover as her other hand left options to flip pages. She mostly used the large shirt covering her torso to be a shield from the dust, using it to wipe off debris that remained on the books despite her attempts to clear it off. The shirt covered her well enough, but it as billowy and flowy, and did little to try and hide the “C” branding beside her collarbone. And yet, despite her last few months of running for her life in Halyven, she warmed up to the idea of this place being far from that much quicker than she really should have. She just assumed that things here weren’t as harmful as things were back home – but of course assumptions could be deadly. She thought of all those terrible things immediately when she heard the voice of the man bounce along the room, close yet aimed at her; as if Rexanna hadn’t done enough to make sure that she wasn’t impeding on someone else’s space. But the words were different, similar to a sound she’d heard before – beautiful and yet… Confident. Her eyes widened, and she pulled the book a bit closer, her head lifting quickly toward the sound of the voice – her dark hair curling and bouncing with the movement as she laid her eyes on the man. God, he was close. Silently she cursed herself for the idea of not sensing him before. Regardless, she offered him one of those sweet smiles, to hide the surprise and caution that lined every piece of her. The comfort she sensed from his words felt… Different from her time with Deimos, and as she gazed upon him and noticed the stick he leaned on and the way he leaned toward her book, she didn’t sense the idea that she knew this man at all. Shaking her head slightly toward him, she offered a bit of a half laugh. “Honestly, I’m a bit new here. Just trying to gather what might have happened here.” Her sapphire gaze lingered on the book for a brief moment before slipping up toward his face. “Unless of course, someone with a pleasing voice might be able to fill a new girl in?” Her lips spread in a wide smile that reached her eyes, before she dipped her head slightly in a more formal greeting. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Her voice was quiet but held the hint of a question toward the end. No need in shouting when the man was standing before you, head angled toward the book clenched near your chest. "Talk." and she is — gold, gold, gold.

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