REXANNA
i was born with a knife in one hand
She can’t blame him for answering the door in his usual “trust nobody” attitude, but she smiles easily at him (small to not give anything away) as he lets her inside. The place is more homey than she remembers, filled with more things and far more comfortable than she originally expected to see. She’s happy for him, regardless, and turns to him slightly with a quiet smile playing on her lips as he questions her.
His arms are folded and he gives her an inquiring look that causes a small laugh to slip from her lips. “I don’t work for Zariah anymore!” She chimed, a smirk playing at her lips. “That is what I’ve done, among other things.” She says with a playful tone to her voice. The joy in it all is there, audible as she internally celebrates. Ah, but that’s not entirely why she’s here. “So I thought to come and tell you how that went, and all about what I couldn’t tell you before.” She raises a brow as she looks to him, almost silently asking if he wanted in on her secrets.
She moves then, to sit as she regards him, to wait and see what things he might have to say — if he’s proud of her, of her ability to step up to the plate when needed and return to her instincts.
His arms are folded and he gives her an inquiring look that causes a small laugh to slip from her lips. “I don’t work for Zariah anymore!” She chimed, a smirk playing at her lips. “That is what I’ve done, among other things.” She says with a playful tone to her voice. The joy in it all is there, audible as she internally celebrates. Ah, but that’s not entirely why she’s here. “So I thought to come and tell you how that went, and all about what I couldn’t tell you before.” She raises a brow as she looks to him, almost silently asking if he wanted in on her secrets.
She moves then, to sit as she regards him, to wait and see what things he might have to say — if he’s proud of her, of her ability to step up to the plate when needed and return to her instincts.
and a wound in the other
