hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
“That’s exactly the reason.” She teases him lightly, melting into him as he kisses the top of her head. But she withdraws enough to watch as the Voice arrives, her verdant gaze drifting from her goddess to Amun as his hand is healed, giving him a brilliant fanged smile – she imagined the Voice wanted them in perfect order, why else make them into something that she could fix when pieces went missing? Regardless, the goddess floods the shrine, beckoning them to take hands, and so she does.
She takes Bastien’s first, and when she lifts her gaze up to look at the rest of them, she catches Samuel’s gaze back at her, the extended hand, and she pulls Bastien a bit closer toward Samuel as she goes to take the book maker’s hand in her own as well – beginning the circle required, wished upon by their goddess.
She takes Bastien’s first, and when she lifts her gaze up to look at the rest of them, she catches Samuel’s gaze back at her, the extended hand, and she pulls Bastien a bit closer toward Samuel as she goes to take the book maker’s hand in her own as well – beginning the circle required, wished upon by their goddess.
storm in the sky, fire in the streets
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
