REXANNA
I am your friend
a soul for your soul
Much to her surprise, the pebbles work. She spots movement from within and holds a nonexistent breath in the hopes it’s the right room. And when Peter appears, a smile briefly appears in an attempt to seem more harmless. But she forgets, already so easily, that his eyes are likely not as good as hers are now when it comes to seeing in the dark. The clouds move overhead, uncovering the moon slightly as she waits for him to come to her — there’s little that would make her step willingly into the manor again.
She watches with a curious eye as he scales the wall, shirtless of all things, but says nothing until he reaches her and smiles briefly before it fades and questions bubble to the surface. “I couldn’t stay.” She says, a small amount sad at having left him here. “I don’t work for Zariah anymore, Peter. I escaped a few weeks ago. I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to tell you.” She admits, the briefest amount of sorrow in her sapphire gaze as she looks at him.
She notices his scars, and if he looks hard enough he might see the ones that adorn her too that hadn’t been there before — the etched C in her neck raised and pale, definitely a brand. “She locked me in the tower and I escaped from the bathroom.” She gives a small sad smile, a brief showing of fangs with the gesture as she looks to him and sees if he knows where it’s going — but she imagines he had as much of a say in this as she did.
She watches with a curious eye as he scales the wall, shirtless of all things, but says nothing until he reaches her and smiles briefly before it fades and questions bubble to the surface. “I couldn’t stay.” She says, a small amount sad at having left him here. “I don’t work for Zariah anymore, Peter. I escaped a few weeks ago. I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to tell you.” She admits, the briefest amount of sorrow in her sapphire gaze as she looks at him.
She notices his scars, and if he looks hard enough he might see the ones that adorn her too that hadn’t been there before — the etched C in her neck raised and pale, definitely a brand. “She locked me in the tower and I escaped from the bathroom.” She gives a small sad smile, a brief showing of fangs with the gesture as she looks to him and sees if he knows where it’s going — but she imagines he had as much of a say in this as she did.
sun or water,
here or away
we are a lighthouse
we leave and we stay
