don't go blindly into the dark, in every one of us shines the light of love
She arrives a bit later than her husband does, but she carries the parasol proudly to try and keep any rogue sunlight from appearing to ruin her day. A small smile is granted toward Amalia, still some hidden regret and sorrow that the attempt to get this to become permanent hadn’t been granted – but a bigger and wider fanged smile toward Deimos – trying to share all the appreciation and adoration for him being able to actually share some of the projects they had discussed.
But she sidles in beside her husband, shifting the parasol over her other shoulder as her arm snakes around Bastien’s waist and she nuzzles her cheek into his side in a small show of affection, before she pulls away a small amount. “Count me in for decorations, please!” She chimes, flashing them a grin before she settles in and waits for everything to start – ready and prepared to do whatever she could to try and atone for the mistake of their attempt with the gods.
But she sidles in beside her husband, shifting the parasol over her other shoulder as her arm snakes around Bastien’s waist and she nuzzles her cheek into his side in a small show of affection, before she pulls away a small amount. “Count me in for decorations, please!” She chimes, flashing them a grin before she settles in and waits for everything to start – ready and prepared to do whatever she could to try and atone for the mistake of their attempt with the gods.
Rexanna
