REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
She watches him stand immediately, perhaps a bit surprised to have seen her, but happy nonetheless. And she knows that he notices something off about her, as he moves to approach her and stops short. Eyes shuttering slightly, she lowers her head a small amount and folds her hands before her. After what felt like an eternity, (in reality only a few short seconds) Bastien moves toward her and takes her hand. The warmth seeps into him, and she lifts her head to look upon him with a soft smile and a voice loud enough for the guards to hear before they’re to be lead out.“First, we need to sign you up.” She offers him with a small tilt of her head. “It’s part of the condition of your release.” She adds, as though it made more sense if she worded it that way. In reality, she was simply just searching for words until they could leave. She nods to the guards, after, and they begin the ascent back toward the entry. Luckily for Bastien, she had chosen to come at night so he didn’t have to worry about the sunlight. As they breach the entry to the jail and feel the wind outside, she inhales deeply and squeezes Bastien’s hand.
“After, we can go home. I haven’t slept well with you gone.” She admits, offering him a small smile but unable to say much more – not out in the open. And her heart races with the results of what she’s done, she’s certain Bastien can hear it or feel it with the closeness of them. She guides him toward the way home, luckily the enlistment sheet is there, and she silently chews on her lip as they draw nearer.
but you were always gold to me
