homesick

REXANNA the sun inside of her rages like wildfire Archebold spoke, and she found herself leaning toward him as they danced, his head moving easily by her ear to speak. A smirk crossed her features as his cold cheek grazed her own. He twirled her then, grinning with that fanged grin and she regarded him carefully. “Of course; you never know what you’re going to find.” She replied easily to his words, her eyes lingering on him before he dipped her. He then began to speak, of whether or not she enjoyed it. She thought about the words carefully, following him to wherever it was he decided to lead her. A small laugh breathlessly escaped her lips as she shook her head slightly. “Survival is one thing, yet the men back home weren’t much to feel flattered by.” She shrugged. “Eager to share some skin rather than hand me over to my captor.” She paused, looking around the area around them briefly. Her eyes found Archebold again and she sighed quietly, following him close. “Beauty for many is a relative term, for the most part back home I was normal looking for my kind. We were relatively plain all things considered.” She paused, recalling everything about the Aciend people. “My ex-husband for instance, him and his people had wings – great feathered ones. They were powerful and stunning and I honestly felt like a bag of rocks beside him.” She laughed at the memory, where once she had found it painful. “They were a unique type of people, focused pretty heavily in their military forces, though I suppose they had a bit of an advantage with those wings.” She offered quietly, her thoughts muddling as she thought about it more. and she is — gold, gold, gold.

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