[seasonal event] blindsided

REXANNA they say that war is hell, but true hell begins when the battle ends — She nodded to him, but she imagined that experience regardless of where it came from could still be utilized. She was doing it here – with her quick feet and wit, that she learned from another world. Regardless, she continued to run her fingers along his side, with a small crooked grin as her eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips – wondering if he’d take the hint. Luckily for her, Bastien seemed to understand. Rexanna leaned into his touch as he brought her chin forward, their lips meeting and she leaned into him gently. They parted then, and she bit down on her lip briefly as he spoke. When her lips parted to respond, they were met by Bastien and a flourish of passion deep beneath it. She pressed into him further, a slight smile on her lips as she returned his kiss – sighing softly into him. Her hand along his side clutched him gently to pull him close. “This?” She poised the question to him with a quiet laugh when they parted, gesturing with her hand to her with another quiet laugh. and you're the only one who's hands drip red. the real war rages in your heart; it always has.