REXANNA
they say the loveliest angels
make the cruelest demons
She wouldn’t mind if he had forgotten her visit, having gone to give a gift to Aoife and see how he was adjusting after Ronin’s recent death. But at the mention that he had never been to hers, she clasps her hands together with a quiet dull snack sound. “Well that settles that.” She jests, turning away from him to lead the way to her home.
His question perks at her thoughts,timeline shenanigans , and she turns to him with a bright smile. “I thought I’d move into the Artist’s Guild.” She says thoughtfully before pausing slightly. “But we haven’t really talked on it much.” They hadn’t, they had mentioned it sometime that it would be good to figure out, but for the time being her home was his and his home was hers. They’d figure it out as they always had.
It doesn’t take long before they’re at her home, the porch that she had fixed up after last Longnight, the door that was a dark stained wood in comparison to the bright chipped paint of her home. There’s no lights on inside, but she can adjust that easily. She turns to Remi with another bright smile. “Home! Not much but something.” She says easily, moving toward the door to open it and let him in.
His question perks at her thoughts,
It doesn’t take long before they’re at her home, the porch that she had fixed up after last Longnight, the door that was a dark stained wood in comparison to the bright chipped paint of her home. There’s no lights on inside, but she can adjust that easily. She turns to Remi with another bright smile. “Home! Not much but something.” She says easily, moving toward the door to open it and let him in.
your fall was not
an accident
you were chosen
for the damned
