So, About That Funeral...

REXANNA i am your friend, a soul for your soul. home. sun or water, here or away — She glanced to him with a small smirk and quiet laugh. “Isn’t some of the fun from pining after someone for so long?” She hummed thoughtfully, a hand reaching up to tap her full lips with her fingers. “Makes it more special.” She added, a wink sent in his direction. While Bastien was the type to prefer instant gratification (at least from Rexanna’s point of view) Rex was more of the type that found a certain sweetness in the lead up. After all, her story of running from her ex husband and the treacherous life after would hardly be as impressive as if she were to have accomplished all that in a span of a week. Even if t was stressful and terrible. This, at least, was different in the sense of happiness and fun and letting loose. And perhaps some part of her enjoyed teasing Bastien a bit at the present moment, however harsh it might have been for the man. His compliment, however, fell a little flat and she turned her head to stare at him a bit more head on. “I’m not so sure.” She purred with a bright laugh. “Hopefully I get to find out one day though.” she amended with another quiet chuckle. But Bastien was moving on, speaking of the deceit of the night with the funeral and she sucked in a breath – contemplating for a moment. “I’m not happy about it… but I am glad that you’re alive, even in this state. But I imagine people will have questions, and if they get too close to you they might find out. I’m more worried about the consequences of what might happen.” She finally said, honest as she could despite the ever living honey tone to her voice. When she looked back up to Bastien she was smiling softly, a crooked and rare real smile. “I do want the best for you Bastien. I just hope you realize that too, perhaps take some humility and humbleness from me.” She resulted, reaching up to take one of his withered hands in her own if he’d let her. —we are a lighthouse, we leave and we stay.