REXANNA
they said you were the crooked kind
She knows he’s worrying, but out in the streets and in the open she can’t tell him more of anything really. And so she remains, that shadowed, haunted shift in her eyes despite the rest of her outward appearance seeming relatively normal. Luckily for them, however, it was an easy trek to her home and through the door where she could finally get some privacy for the both of them (yet not in the way it usually went). As he steps over the threshold and within, she nods and gives him a small sigh of a laugh. “I’ll find out, but I can only imagine it’s against the Fae.” She says with a small shrug, shutting the door and locking both locks.She turns to him then as he steps toward her and envelopes her in his strong arms – one around her waist and the other around her shoulders, fingers tangling in her hair as she presses her cheek to his chest and wraps her arms tightly around his waist. She hears his words and buries her face deeper into his chest, simply enjoying his presence (a constant among a life that would now always change) before she sucked in a breath. “Well, I’ve done a great many things for people I hardly know without actually needing to. At least this time it was for someone I love.” She pauses, thinking of Remi with Frey, her curse, the thought that she deserved to suffer and sacrifice herself because of her past sins.
But this wasn’t because of any of that. This was because of love, after all. He sighed and kissed her forehead, and she pulled away briefly to look up at him into his eyes to gauge his reactions. “I promised to help the crown on the condition of your release.” She says simply, unable to tell him the full amount of her duties, before pulling away officially and removing her coat and hanging it on the coat hanger. Her attire, now, is different. As though she has to be a face for Zariah and the crown, she’s fitted herself with a similar look as back home. Only instead of ball gowns, she’s opted for pants. Yet up top remains tightened with a corset–like blouse, sheer sleeves that attach below the shoulders, revealing her pale skin.
Her sapphire gaze lingers on Bastien briefly before she looks to the rest of the house and the moonlight filtering through the windows. “I don’t know what it all entails yet. But I can handle it, I’ve lived in a castle among wolves before.” She attempts to joke, flashing a wink and a grin toward him as though it might lighten the mood.
but you were always gold to me
