REXANNA
He seems to stutter as she calls him her friend, but she passes over it, ignoring it. That’s what friends do after all, and she’s happy to call him one as they move on. He speaks next and gives her a guilty smile before she snorts with a nod. “You and me both.” She admits, a smile lingering on her face at the implications before she shrugs it off and Loren’s wedding gift is out in the air, out in the open, and she contemplates it carefully.
He admits that the offer still stands and she gives him a grateful smile, before catching the sad one he gives her in return. And her smile falters at the mention that he had kept his too. And for a moment, she doesn’t notice any, doesn’t spot anything out of the ordinary – but she knows better than to assume. Either they were hidden, or emotional. And she could understand that too. Thankfully, he mentions coming up with a different gift, and she gives him a light laugh in response.
As cliché as it was, she only wanted people there. Not necessarily gifts. She wanted Loren to attend, to be there and witness the event as her friend, and one who helped plan her section of it! “Loren, dear, the only gift I ask is you.” She hums, a finger lifting to press to her lips as she ponders. “Or that phoenix.” She glances back to him with a light wink.
But that wasn’t why he had asked her out here, and she wondered if it would be something she would have to suggest – though she would have done it warily, not wanting him to think she was impatient of it. Yet, it seemed they were on the same page, and the words were quiet as she focuses in on him again, angling herself to look to him as her expression grows more serious. “Yes. I’m still willing to.” She admits, quiet as well, willing to do anything if it helps the majority.
She pauses for another brief moment. “I can make it as easy for you as possible, but I will have to touch you if you’re okay with that.” She tilts her head, willing to go as slow as needed to ensure he was comfortable for it. “And you might want to sit down.” She adds, reaching over to set her umbrella to the side of the bone bridge, before looking back to him and offering an encouraging smile.
She knew it wasn’t easy.
He admits that the offer still stands and she gives him a grateful smile, before catching the sad one he gives her in return. And her smile falters at the mention that he had kept his too. And for a moment, she doesn’t notice any, doesn’t spot anything out of the ordinary – but she knows better than to assume. Either they were hidden, or emotional. And she could understand that too. Thankfully, he mentions coming up with a different gift, and she gives him a light laugh in response.
As cliché as it was, she only wanted people there. Not necessarily gifts. She wanted Loren to attend, to be there and witness the event as her friend, and one who helped plan her section of it! “Loren, dear, the only gift I ask is you.” She hums, a finger lifting to press to her lips as she ponders. “Or that phoenix.” She glances back to him with a light wink.
But that wasn’t why he had asked her out here, and she wondered if it would be something she would have to suggest – though she would have done it warily, not wanting him to think she was impatient of it. Yet, it seemed they were on the same page, and the words were quiet as she focuses in on him again, angling herself to look to him as her expression grows more serious. “Yes. I’m still willing to.” She admits, quiet as well, willing to do anything if it helps the majority.
She pauses for another brief moment. “I can make it as easy for you as possible, but I will have to touch you if you’re okay with that.” She tilts her head, willing to go as slow as needed to ensure he was comfortable for it. “And you might want to sit down.” She adds, reaching over to set her umbrella to the side of the bone bridge, before looking back to him and offering an encouraging smile.
She knew it wasn’t easy.
until the lambs
have become
lions
