clean eyes

REXANNA FOR A TIME IT SEEMED TO ME, THAT WE WERE STARLIGHT-TOUCHED. FAILING TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE STARCROSSED, When Phoebe didn’t immediately respond, and she had seen the slight dampness of the girls eyes, was when Rexanna became a bit worried. Her brows furrowing together and that frown sitting on her face. Her sapphire gaze lingering on Phoebe as she shook her head but she could see the slight tearing up of her eyes. “Oh no Phoebe.” She said softly, her voice normal and holding a solid line of sympathy that she couldn’t do when she had been cursed. She disregarded the question Phoebe poised to her, for a moment at least, before she stepped toward the girl with arms outstretched. Phoebe was a lot taller than Rexanna, but that didn’t mean the girl didn’t need a hug or two, a shoulder to cry on. She stepped closer, bridging the gap between the two of them as she embraced Phoebe and rubbed her hand along her back in a soothing moment. An almost motherly moment. “It can wait.” She finally said, pulling away from the hug to look at Phoebe’s face. “What’s wrong?” She asked, hoping to guide Phoebe to a chair and bring her basket of cookies to the table. “Have as many as you’d like.” She offered kindly, a soft smile crossing her face as she sat in the chair opposite. “We can drink something harder than tea if you need to.” She said with a similar sympathy caressing her words. She didn’t know if her transmutation magic would turn the tea into wine, but she imagined she could find something harder should Phoebe request it. Despite their disagreements in the past, she cared about Phoebe. She considered her a friend. And so she waited to see what the girl might decide. THE STARS WERE NEVER ON OUR SIDE.