Try a Little Tenderness

RexannA just how far would you go when the drugs aren't hitting home? She hadn’t officially found a place to stay yet – but this seemed like the easiest bet. There was a roof overhead, nobody else sleeping within the walls, and solitude. So far, so good. Pleasantly, she found that it even had a decent place to sleep at night, dusty as it might be, but it would do for the time being before she attempted to clean it up a bit and possibly claim it as her own. She still wasn’t certain how these things went, if she was simply staying in a house she shouldn’t have been, but she did it anyway. Let someone tell her not to before changing her mind. For the most part, Rexanna was sound asleep in that dusty bed. She had absolutely zero idea that Alistair had stood outside for nearly an hour before gaining the courage to knock on her haphazard door. Her eyes opened and curiously she wondered if it would be an eviction from whoever owned the property – though she didn’t make much of an effort to gather all of her things before she opened the door. Her hair was somewhat tangled, though it appeared as though she had ran a hand through it. She leaned up against the door frame as she regarded who it was that had knocked on her door with a small smile blooming across her features. “Hello handsome.” Her voice purred to him, though the fliration wasn’t mimicked in her eyes. She looked at him for a brief moment, noticing the small flower he held in his hands and she smiled a bit wider, opening the door further to make room for him to enter should he want to. As he entered, she looked to him, wondering what had prompted him to find her this late at night before she realized it. “Oh.” That sultry voice moved toward him. “You’re drunk!” She said with a chiming laugh. She took the flower from him then, her fingers trailing gently along his callused hands, and admired it before her sapphire gaze flickered toward him. unwind my veins like rope. a kaleidoscope, detach until we choke.

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