REXANNA
we were fire and water.
love laced with sin
The wedding had been a success, and with it the Penumbra couldn’t stop looking at the rings that adorned her finger. A beautiful set that was distinctly her, that was worth far more than anything else she thought she knew or needed. And the man behind it all, having slipped from her side for one moment to speak with their goddess, withholding a quiet secret, quiet surprise for the two of them when they made it back to the Artists Guild — adorned in the beautiful fabric of their wedding.love laced with sin
Loren’s phoenix is still on her mind to an extent, the beauty and dramatics of it all, followed by the fireworks show from Remi — enough to make her snicker and laugh, and enjoy her friends far more than she already did. But it still did little to keep her eyes from drifting from Bastien for too long. They had made their appearance, had shown how much they appreciated everyone being there, but she wanted him to herself.
Only she doesn’t know the surprise in store for her until they reach the door to her new home, slipping into the familiar building that smelled of paint and canvas, fabrics and art, that an old but familiar feeling creeps over her, and she finds she struggles internally to do anything aside from wanting to pull him close. But there’s time, she assures herself. She takes the earrings from her ears off and sets them on a table before she turns to him, a dark brow lifted in silent question. “What did you do?” She questions quietly, amused, her voice a low hum as she smiles her fanged smile to him. The feeling within her had distinctly been gone since before her Ascension, and with his small chat with their goddess, she wonders what strings he had to pull.
Set directly after the wedding!
and whenever we happened to touch,
smoke rose from our skin.
smoke rose from our skin.
