REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
There was another shiver that crested along her spine – the way she looked to him with eyes of the sea and his own emerald ones raked over her, such a stark contrast to the warmth of Bastien’s earthy ones. And for a moment, she felt exposed, though realizing shortly after that there hadn’t really been a part of her that Lucas hadn’t seen. They had both been there at the Masquerade, they had both participated, and yet it was surprising how much had changed since then. Still, the shiver that danced along her spine was of an uncertain origin, she couldn’t tell if it was something she liked or feared; and she chose to follow the latter. Her eyes slipped from him and his own predatory gaze as she followed his wrist as if he could move things with it, her dark brows furrowing together briefly as he mentioned telekinesis. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but it had to make things easier. But when he spoke of flame, she nodded – a smug grin sent toward him as she summoned her sparkler again and allowing the tendrils to slip and fall over her hands until the ends of the sparkler died out, leaving only the center a writhing living flame.
Yet it too, seemed to pause with Rexanna, when he mentioned he could speak in the minds of mortals – head tilting slightly as her eyes focused on him again. “Hmm.” She commented, allowing the sparkler to writhe a bit more, the light dousing out the one created by the sun above, reflecting in her eyes as she found his face again. “You do seem like the type to do things like that.” She shrugged her shoulders briefly, her smug grin shifting to a small smirk before she moved from him toward the box with the trinkets in it. She had opened it a smidge before he surprised her, finding a few small kinds of beads and a bit of fabric.
Taking the scarf from around her neck off, she made it into a makeshift bag, grabbing a few of the gilt pieces and a few of the ruby and sapphire fabrics hidden within before she turned toward Lucas again. Her neck and the top half of her chest were now exposed, the bruising along the side of her neck mostly gone but gaunt looking in the darkness of the underground as she let her eyes dance over him again. “Tonight turned out… Pleasantly surprising, at least.” It was an awkward attempt at thanking him, yet for what she didn’t know and couldn’t figure out. She just felt the need to, unable to come up with the words for it.
But it burned in one.
