BASTIEN
you'll never settle any of your scores
your grace is wasted in your face
Bastien followed easily to the couch, stopping only on the way to sit down to tilt his head and consider what Rexanna had said. "My God, you are right. I should have thought...I could have fed from you and used your fireworks somehow. What an oversight...perhaps you would not have needed to go to the vipers lair..." He sat down with a heavy sigh filled with regret.your grace is wasted in your face
But still, feeding was usually a...joyous (and other things) experience, and he did not want to sully it with his poor mood. He smiled graciously and reached for her wrist, held it loosely between them for a moment. "As always, cara, I thank you for this honour." With that said he leaned forward and put her skin to his lips, gently pulled her wrist closer then quickly punctured her skin with his teeth, immediately closing his eyes with a sound of relief as the warm blood rushed into his mouth.
His other hand reached to stroke her hair, slightly clumsy fingers coming up and carding through it, cupping her cheek as if he were going to kiss her if his mouth wasn't busy drinking. As he felt life soar back into him, Bastien was surprised to find how drained he had been. His spirit began to lift, not just physically but in general, his more hopeful nature picking up again.
Flicking his eyes up, he looked to make sure Rexanna was alright.
your boldness stands alone
among the wreck
among the wreck
