REXANNA
no one wearing a crown,
comes in the name of peace.
To Peter’s credit, Rexanna does think he’s clever. Clever in the way that often those overlooked the most have learned to be. And she understands, she was like that too, once. Before she was thrust upon the center of attention, put on a throne that hadn’t ever been hers, and told to pretend until it became natural. Perhaps Peter and her had a lot more than initially thought in common! But she doesn’t delve into it, not as he compliments her clothes and she smiles softly, wanting to reach out and soften his clothes too. But she doesn’t, she doesn’t know him very well and with his timid nature she doesn’t want to frighten him. comes in the name of peace.
She hears the stuttering in his voice before she leads him down the alley, and her eyes crinkle with a bit of softness — she understands this too, because she hasn’t mastered any of hers either. But you couldn’t tell with the way she acts about it. “All things take time.” She offers warmly, a bright smile and a knowing nod. But before long she’s showed him her fireworks, and banished the small fire that had grown because of them. Her sapphire gaze slips to him as the reaction registers and he begins to speak. She nods understandingly, despite no true descriptions have been made. “It does.” She agrees, because back in her home there were things like it. “Almost nostalgic.” She answers, her head tilting up toward the sky briefly once more to view the small puff of remaining smoke billow in the air.
Her head eventually tilts toward him as he explains and shrinks within himself, uncertain and self conscious about it. But her smile is encouraging and she watches as he draws water from the puddle, letting it hover without ever meshing and mixing into his skin. Her brows lift and surprise takes over her face before her eyes drift toward his own face. “That is incredible, Peter!” She praises, and not only because of the fact of the control he had over it to not let it crash into his fingers, but the ability to do it in general. She’d never tried to do that with fire, to afraid of the flame singeing her pale hands to ever try it accurately. But it appears he’s not done, as he shifts his hands and puts the water back, suddenly something appears in his hand.
It’s just like her fireworks and her cheeks redden with the warmth and she offers him one of the biggest smiles yet, the kind that creases her eyes and shows the dimples in her cheeks. Gently, she takes it and inspects it further. “Oh I love this, very much! Thank you!” She says, seeing the way the light dances on the threads. Then, she slips it over her hand into her wrist before looking to Peter and his scratchy shirt. “Do you mind?” She asks quietly, waiting for the okay before she attempts to reach with both pale hands onto the hem of his shirt and let her magic flow through it. She shifts the scratchy material to something soft and warm, yet light enough to breathe with the heat that always arrives in the afternoon. When she’s finished, she steps back and smiles to him. “How does that feel?”
queens show no mercy
