REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
It’s a wonderous thing, how strong the effect of the bite can be — overriding preferences, overriding the fact that they are both with others, but it disappears when she removes herself from him despite the pleasure that’s so obviously on his face. Suddenly she wonders if she should take him to the Guildhall, to bring him to Ronin and tell him to finish the job, but the thought disappears as he awkwardly shifts and those sea glass eyes meet her own sapphires.
Things are different between her and Remi, but still in the friendship way — at least she hopes so.
She pointedly ignores the salute, giving him a small roguish grin when he asks breathlessly if it was enough. “Yes.” She replies, calm, collected, cool. She’s certain it is, and she can feel the well of it that’s separate from her own, itching to be reached for. She refrains however. Instead, she looks to her friend and tilts her head, leaning in to whisper as she removes her hands from him as if it might help banish those thoughts. “Are you okay, though? Did I take too much?” She asks, a small amount of concern in her eyes.
She really doesn’t want to have that conversation with Safrin’s fallen star.
Things are different between her and Remi, but still in the friendship way — at least she hopes so.
She pointedly ignores the salute, giving him a small roguish grin when he asks breathlessly if it was enough. “Yes.” She replies, calm, collected, cool. She’s certain it is, and she can feel the well of it that’s separate from her own, itching to be reached for. She refrains however. Instead, she looks to her friend and tilts her head, leaning in to whisper as she removes her hands from him as if it might help banish those thoughts. “Are you okay, though? Did I take too much?” She asks, a small amount of concern in her eyes.
She really doesn’t want to have that conversation with Safrin’s fallen star.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
