he told me i was holy
Her gaze flickers toward him while he mentions a family, and she nods with a quiet smile. Yes, the future, so beautiful and bright, such a long way away (had she thought harder on it, she would’ve realized she’d never seen herself in this light upon her escape from Halyven) and there was an excitement within her that spread hope throughout every bit of her person. Her eyes close and she leans into his hand as he brushes her jaw, and she almost whines when he withdraws it.
And then he says he has to go and grab something, and she rolls over onto her back with a slight huff if playful impatience. Perhaps Bastien’s dramatics were rubbing off on her? Or perhaps the fact she was just happy to be alive, to be new, to be… Different? She watches as he moves from where he’s gathered the item and returns to the side of the bed and she finally gets up, kneeling on the edge of the bed as she looks to him.
But then he kneels, and her heart if it beat, would’ve fluttered at the sight. Months ago, she would have laughed, would have said no – months ago their relationship had started on the brink of trying something new, and avoiding past mistakes. Rexanna had certainly tried something new, and Bastien had avoided past mistakes, and now, now there was so much ahead of them. Perhaps Ronin and Remi’s beautiful wedding had inspired him, the way they had squeezed one another’s hands as they spoke their vows.
Her eyes flit up to meet his dark gaze, and a smile plays on her lips as she listens and drinks it all in, until he pauses to pull out the box. And when he opens it, it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Her eyes devour the red stones and golden metal, the true care put into the creation and design of it, and his question echoes in her ears. She’s speechless, and for a moment she almost laughs. Her gaze flickering back up to his face from the ring.
And in an instant (she, too, is unused to how quick her reflexes are) she pushes herself off the bed and onto him, knocking them both down onto the wooden floor beneath them as she kisses him hard. “Yes!” She says briefly before she kisses him again, pulling away only to find where the ring had gone in her excitement to put it on. Well, wasn’t this a turn of events?
And then he says he has to go and grab something, and she rolls over onto her back with a slight huff if playful impatience. Perhaps Bastien’s dramatics were rubbing off on her? Or perhaps the fact she was just happy to be alive, to be new, to be… Different? She watches as he moves from where he’s gathered the item and returns to the side of the bed and she finally gets up, kneeling on the edge of the bed as she looks to him.
But then he kneels, and her heart if it beat, would’ve fluttered at the sight. Months ago, she would have laughed, would have said no – months ago their relationship had started on the brink of trying something new, and avoiding past mistakes. Rexanna had certainly tried something new, and Bastien had avoided past mistakes, and now, now there was so much ahead of them. Perhaps Ronin and Remi’s beautiful wedding had inspired him, the way they had squeezed one another’s hands as they spoke their vows.
Her eyes flit up to meet his dark gaze, and a smile plays on her lips as she listens and drinks it all in, until he pauses to pull out the box. And when he opens it, it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Her eyes devour the red stones and golden metal, the true care put into the creation and design of it, and his question echoes in her ears. She’s speechless, and for a moment she almost laughs. Her gaze flickering back up to his face from the ring.
And in an instant (she, too, is unused to how quick her reflexes are) she pushes herself off the bed and onto him, knocking them both down onto the wooden floor beneath them as she kisses him hard. “Yes!” She says briefly before she kisses him again, pulling away only to find where the ring had gone in her excitement to put it on. Well, wasn’t this a turn of events?
REXANNA
