REXANNA
She arrives relatively late, to nobody’s surprise. And while the rest of those gathered in the backroom have lost most if not all of their clothes, she still wears her corset and quite a short skirt – having just slipped in. But before she can find herself the moment to try to remove anything, she immediately notices that the party has started already, and a playful smirk crosses her face as she strides across the room – abandoning all thought of anything else when she realizes just how many men were here, and how difficult it was to remove a corset on your own.
It’s a good thing she’s shown up, isn’t it?
“Hello, loves.” She chimes in greeting, stepping in with quite a lot of confidence bubbling up to the surface.
Her verdant gaze travels along all the participants, lingering on Loren, Oliver, and Amun respectively, before she lets her gaze land on Bastien right in the middle – a tilt of her head, lips parting to run her tongue along her fangs and teeth, thinking about what to say to add to it but she hasn’t quite thought of anything yet – so instead, she circles the group, somewhat akin to a predator, ending on the other side of the group at Bastien’s back where she leans down with hands that stroke along his back and curve upward and toward Amun and Loren’s sides respectively, nails painted black and sharp as she runs them along her friends’ skin. Her head settles to hover above Bastien’s shoulder, dark hair pulled to one side in a waterfall that falls against his back as her gaze lands on Oliver straight ahead of them as the words leave the hybrid’s lips. She imagines her husband likely will, and so she looks to both Loren and Amun with a small smirk. “Who’d like to help a girl out?” She purrs to them all with a wink.
tried to find a way to get her in there so lemme know if i need to edit anything LOL
It’s a good thing she’s shown up, isn’t it?
“Hello, loves.” She chimes in greeting, stepping in with quite a lot of confidence bubbling up to the surface.
Her verdant gaze travels along all the participants, lingering on Loren, Oliver, and Amun respectively, before she lets her gaze land on Bastien right in the middle – a tilt of her head, lips parting to run her tongue along her fangs and teeth, thinking about what to say to add to it but she hasn’t quite thought of anything yet – so instead, she circles the group, somewhat akin to a predator, ending on the other side of the group at Bastien’s back where she leans down with hands that stroke along his back and curve upward and toward Amun and Loren’s sides respectively, nails painted black and sharp as she runs them along her friends’ skin. Her head settles to hover above Bastien’s shoulder, dark hair pulled to one side in a waterfall that falls against his back as her gaze lands on Oliver straight ahead of them as the words leave the hybrid’s lips. She imagines her husband likely will, and so she looks to both Loren and Amun with a small smirk. “Who’d like to help a girl out?” She purrs to them all with a wink.
tried to find a way to get her in there so lemme know if i need to edit anything LOL
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
