REXANNA
She thanks whatever gods she can for the small smile that sparks on Loren’s face, adding her own into the mix with a light shrug. “How dare you.” She jests with another bright grin. She doesn’t blame him – she, too, has a habit of bringing in strays. And at her next comment, the smile returns and stays, and had the Penumbra had lungs, she would’ve breathed much easier with that too. “Guess so.” She grins, a bright fanged tease in response, thinking nothing of it. Sure, she had escaped a potential life of imprisonment through the bathroom of the manor… But she could joke about it now, so why not enjoy it?
Besides, it wasn’t like Loren would end up doing the same to her, she didn’t think anyway.
Still, she gives him a light shrug and a considering nod at his words, a hum of laughter rising from her. “Well, if it’s just me, then that can be arranged. As a surprise, after all.” The smile she gives him is wide enough to wrinkle her nose just enough before they reach the door of the manor. At his next set of words, she bobs her dark haired head, shaking out the parasol from under the cover of the awning of the porch before she shrugs to him. “Not too busy to not come and say hi. But don’t stay a stranger, yourself, okay?” She gives him a bright smile.
Now’s the part where she’d typically hug her friends, but given what they’d just endured and his own confessions previously, she leaves it as is, giving him a light nod before she pops open the parasol again and slips from the porch into the night back home.
Besides, it wasn’t like Loren would end up doing the same to her, she didn’t think anyway.
Still, she gives him a light shrug and a considering nod at his words, a hum of laughter rising from her. “Well, if it’s just me, then that can be arranged. As a surprise, after all.” The smile she gives him is wide enough to wrinkle her nose just enough before they reach the door of the manor. At his next set of words, she bobs her dark haired head, shaking out the parasol from under the cover of the awning of the porch before she shrugs to him. “Not too busy to not come and say hi. But don’t stay a stranger, yourself, okay?” She gives him a bright smile.
Now’s the part where she’d typically hug her friends, but given what they’d just endured and his own confessions previously, she leaves it as is, giving him a light nod before she pops open the parasol again and slips from the porch into the night back home.
until the lambs
have become
lions
