REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
“Good, then!” She grins, a light laugh accompanying it. She had always ran a bit colder blooded, finding her enjoyment with soaking up the warmth of someone else to be a favorite past time. She had done it with Bastien over Longnight before he had Ascended, and since then she had learned to deal with his changed body heat. Now, with her in the same boat? She finds she can absorb it to an extent, but not return any of it. And for that, at least, she’s happy about. No more sweating through the night, right?
But he accepts, and her smile grows slightly wider – a small amount of excitement growing within. Gods, she is a cuddler, and for the moment she didn’t even think what it might seem like for Ronin or Bastien (though she would soon decide that Bastien likely wouldn’t care. Ronin? She had no idea what to expect). So she turns back toward the Settlement, to look over at it over her shoulder before turning her attention back to him, as if to say let’s go! before she pauses. “My place? Or yours?” She asks, wondering if he’d prefer it to be at his home – or if it might lead to more questions they couldn’t really answer.
Her home was always open for cuddling sessions.
But he accepts, and her smile grows slightly wider – a small amount of excitement growing within. Gods, she is a cuddler, and for the moment she didn’t even think what it might seem like for Ronin or Bastien (though she would soon decide that Bastien likely wouldn’t care. Ronin? She had no idea what to expect). So she turns back toward the Settlement, to look over at it over her shoulder before turning her attention back to him, as if to say let’s go! before she pauses. “My place? Or yours?” She asks, wondering if he’d prefer it to be at his home – or if it might lead to more questions they couldn’t really answer.
Her home was always open for cuddling sessions.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
