REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
The conversation doesn’t feel like his normal flair for dramatics, and while Rexanna goes to grab her things and lets him sit, she hums quietly to herself in response. “I’m sure she’d have thought of that.” She says, perhaps a smidge sadly much like his own reaction. But none of it matters now, she’s in a contract with the Queen, magically swore an oath, to have him here — and here he is. If for nothing else, Rexanna appreciates Zariah sticking to her word. Even if Bastien hates it, even if she’s nervous about what it all entails. She doesn’t dwell on it much longer, the events will still have happened regardless of how much he wishes things were different. Besides, his health was more so her concern as she moved toward him to sit on the couch beside him, letting him take her pale arm to his lips, a soft gentle smile along her face as he thanks her. She knows it isn’t much, but it’s at least enough to get him feeling better until he can visit the Voice (and perhaps her, too, in turn after the Voice had saved her through Lucas – but whether she tells Bastien this or not is still up in the air).
Her eyes soften on him as she settles in and he pulls her wrist closer to him, a light kiss before the fanged bite. As usual, she melts into him – his hand running through her hair to cup her cheek, and she leans more into him. Her head cradled and eyes shutting, numb and sparking everywhere. Soft sounds leave her lips as she presses herself against him, unable to pay much more attention to see if it’s what he needs. She rides the wave as he grows replenished, craving him closer and closer.
but you were always gold to me
