REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
She laughed in response to his barbarism comment before she took another sip of the wine and cradled the glass in her lap – focusing on the planes of Bastien’s face as he told her what it was like. For a moment, she was intrigued. But sad to know he could no longer spend time in the sun. Could no longer enjoy the feeling of the warmth on his face, and somehow it was sad for her to know that he probably couldn’t feel the warmth of her either. But he continued, to speak of touch as well and none of it truly appealed to her. What was the point of it all? If you couldn’t feel the seasons around you? The touch and gentle warmth of someone else beside you? It seemed… lonely, for especially Rexanna who craved the softness of companionship with touch and warmth from enduring so long without it.But then he spoke of his flag and her brows raised slightly before a small crooked smile reached her lips at the memory of Lucas’ surprise at the Masquerade. “Ah, is that why Lucas was happy about the Masquerade?” She teased with a small wink. But then she wondered how it had worked there and didn’t work anywhere else. Had some other god meddled in it? And if so, she imagined it had to have been Frey. There just wasn’t any other way. But she did breathe a sigh of relief as Bastien mentioned that it didn’t really hurt. That, at least, was good. And she was happy for him despite the circumstances, despite changing almost everything about him.
She took another sip of the wine as Bastien spoke next and had to refrain from spitting it out at the idea. She swallowed hard, eyes slipping back to Bastien briefly as she offered him a small smile. “It’s something I’ll have to think about.” She offered, following up on his comment about the gods. “It isn’t impossible, remember I’ve met Frey twice” She informed him, holding up her fingers and waving them as if she were naming off accomplishments. Which, if the gods hated those with magic so much, perhaps it was an accomplishment of sorts. “I’ve planted flowers so I could give them to the gods, even if they don’t respond. I at least want to tell Frey thank you for making me this beautiful.” She teased with a roguish grin flashed his way.
