gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
There is nothing that Melita could do in her blighted state that Rexanna would never forgive. Even if the girl managed to somehow destroy the ascended hybrid, Rexanna would understand that it isn’t her. And all she can hope is that the girl understands the prolonged meaning behind the words of ‘you’re forgiven’ and ‘it wasn’t you’ to show her that. There are no grudges with the Penumbra, not for this. Never for this.And she doesn’t let go, as she holds the girl tight to her chest, the thank you lifted in the quiet night air around them, while Rexanna hums a soft agreement and acknowledgement to the fiery haired warrior. Until Melita ceases slightly, and pulls back, and Rexanna’s eyes find the honey-girl’s own. The question, poised and hanging in the air, the only thing that the Penumbra finds to be entirely Mel despite the blight and black edges to the girl.
Instead of replying right away, she tugs Melita into her again. “Always, sweetheart.” She says softly. A vow, that if Melita loses control again (and she likely will) that if Rexanna can be there, she will be. She’ll pull her out from the mud and debris of the darkness of the blight, to bring her back into the sunlight, even if only for a few fleeting moments.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
