REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
“I need all the help I can get.” She laughs at his invitation for a great wedding gift. She hopes it’s better than her gift to him, the dancing firedicks display in the sky. No matter how well received it was. Then, her eyes follow his reach as he pinches her arm and there’s no reaction, a small chuckle leaving her with the attempt, a shoulder rolling in a shrug as if to say “Well? You tried.” It was nice, though, to not be defined by doing things that prevented pain or the cold, to not really ever need to sleep aside from the resting period to recoup — something she had to do a lot of while she recovered from all her pieces that had broken.
She doesn’t think much on it as Remi responds to her explanation, a sheepish look crossing her face as the information lands, like small bombs from the Alchemist. She wonders if Bastien has ever used her magic, and for that case Lucas as well. The thought is short lived, however, and she glances back over to her friend as he offers it. Her eyes widen a bit as she looks at him with a tilt to her head. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly. “I’d rather not have an angry fallen star on my doorstep.” She says a bit quietly, though through her surprise she finds her humor, hands delicately taking his arm as she considers it.
The neck would be too… Intimate, she thinks, eyes drifting back down to his arm. Her sapphire gaze flits back to him as she raises a brow. “Please don’t make fun of me if I mess it up.” She says with a quiet laugh, raising his wrist to her lips, and she tests out her fangs for the first time. Their sharpened points biting down (as delicately as the Penumbra can) along the veins of his wrist.
She doesn’t think much on it as Remi responds to her explanation, a sheepish look crossing her face as the information lands, like small bombs from the Alchemist. She wonders if Bastien has ever used her magic, and for that case Lucas as well. The thought is short lived, however, and she glances back over to her friend as he offers it. Her eyes widen a bit as she looks at him with a tilt to her head. “Are you sure?” She asks quietly. “I’d rather not have an angry fallen star on my doorstep.” She says a bit quietly, though through her surprise she finds her humor, hands delicately taking his arm as she considers it.
The neck would be too… Intimate, she thinks, eyes drifting back down to his arm. Her sapphire gaze flits back to him as she raises a brow. “Please don’t make fun of me if I mess it up.” She says with a quiet laugh, raising his wrist to her lips, and she tests out her fangs for the first time. Their sharpened points biting down (as delicately as the Penumbra can) along the veins of his wrist.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
