EZRA
"Rexanna!" You repeat her name like a knight for his queen, rolling the the R on your silver tongue, grinning as you do. "A royal name for a royal beauty!" Oh, but you're a knave, a charmer, and flirting is as easy as breathing, a sort of strange comfort in this weirdly uncomfortable world. It is nice to find someone who appreciates the game, instead of leaning into the Hi I'm a crazy fucking magic user who's way to intense or Woe is me, this place is hell (a view you sympathize with, to be fair).Laughing lightly, you squeeze her hand, letting her lead you out of this hellish rodent-ridden maze. "Was it so obvious?" I mean, yes, but you know that - the question is rhetorical as it gets. You're a lost little lamb in a fucking witch swamp, and if we're being honest, you're leaning pretty hard into the whole innocent I-Am-A-Harmless-Pretty-Thing shtick.
"You, however, seem an expert at this place." You look down at her through long, thick lashes, your long legs taking short steps to match her (an easy thing; you're good at matching other people). "I wonder- perhaps you could help me find my feet? As you can see, I am already quite lost. Nobody is particularly forthcoming about how things work in this place."
I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Even if you know that you don't
