REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
She lets him readjust himself, forcing her gaze to remain on his face. She makes it a point to ignore it, to try and make it any less awkward than it already is. But still, it is something they shared — especially if she needs to use whatever it is she’s siphoned from him. But there’s relief in the way he says he’s fine before trailing off, sapphire gaze flickering uncertainly. But he continues, and with it, she runs her tongue over the last bit of remaining blood that’s stained her lips dark rouge as she looks over the field to the bumbling pumpkins.
“I do, yeah.” She adds with a soft laugh. “If you need some relief I can take you to the Guildhall, though that might… be an awkward conversation.” She admits, running a hand through her dark hair as she glances back to Remi. “Wouldn't blame you if you did want to, though.” She adds, flashing him a small half smirk.
“I do, yeah.” She adds with a soft laugh. “If you need some relief I can take you to the Guildhall, though that might… be an awkward conversation.” She admits, running a hand through her dark hair as she glances back to Remi. “Wouldn't blame you if you did want to, though.” She adds, flashing him a small half smirk.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
