REXANNA
She orients herself among the pillows, sapphire eyes slipping toward Lucas when he speaks, a quirk of a smile creeping on the corners of her lips. “Ah, yes, I imagine Frey wouldn’t appreciate their blessed child to be Ascended. Besides, maybe I missed my brand and the ability to see the blood on my fingers.” She hums thoughtfully, before she leans toward him — extending a hand to trace along his arm should he let her.
“Oh, you know. Power.” She purrs with an almost wicked smirk. She contemplates telling him the truth, but thinks better of it. It’s better this way, and far more fun. She sits up, then, just enough to prop herself up and fold her arms before her. “I’ve always had one foot in the dark, might as well make it two.”
“Oh, you know. Power.” She purrs with an almost wicked smirk. She contemplates telling him the truth, but thinks better of it. It’s better this way, and far more fun. She sits up, then, just enough to prop herself up and fold her arms before her. “I’ve always had one foot in the dark, might as well make it two.”
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
