REXANNA
It’s true, Rexanna always had that going for her. And she wonders when Hotaru and Bastien meet, if she’ll see how similar yet different they are – how different he was from the King in the East that had whisked her away from her family, her home. There’s a part of her that’s excited for it. But she returns to the conversation when Hotaru asks her if she can bear any sunlight, and she nods after a moment of consideration. “With time, yes, we can withstand it longer.” She offers, reciting what Wessex had told her.
But the laugh that leaves Hotaru’s lips at the mention of the pumpkin has Rexanna’s own laugh intermingling with the chimes of her own, a sound like wind and rushing flame, of shadows in the night. “Gods I need it.” She tells Hotaru as her shoulder bumps hers and she snickers quietly. She weaves in the path and out of the path, taking the quickest way home when Hotaru’s words ring in her ears once more and she snorts at that too. “It’s really the only thing I can taste anymore. Everything else is dulled, with little or no taste at all.” She informs her, wiggling her eyebrows in a playful manner until she’s paused again by Hotaru.
She turns to face her sister when the smack hits her stomach and she laughs loudly, like chimes of a bell ringing through the night, reimagining the crimson hue that overcomes her. But it’s her turn to listen to Hotaru, to pull her into a small half step of a dance with a raised brow and skeptical look about her. “Oh, it’s incredible.” She hums to Hotaru, feigning the dramatics as well, before Hotaru’s voice hits her ears and she snorts.
“Hm, a few, but I’m afraid mines taken.” She chides with a tsk to her tongue before she reaches the porch of her home – the lights off inside, the porch creaking underneath her foot, before she looks back to Hotaru with a wiggle to her brow. “Another downside is that unless we’re in one specific place, we only get the pleasure through the bite…” She says, brow wiggling again to insinuate that even if she did want to go for a ride, it wouldn’t likely be the way the Valkyrie knew.
She opens the door to her home to let Hotaru in before following and turning on a few of the lights, shifting her flame magic to spark the oil lamps to life. “I’m afraid no erections or sensations for us unless we're in this one room further down the road, for whatever reason that is.” She finally says with a pout before she breaks into another bubbling huff of laughter as she moves toward the fireplace and alights the logs with another small amount of her flame magic – wielding it from the oil lamp beside it into the fireplace, growing it larger and larger until it begins to heat the room to a comfortable amount. She turns to look at Hotaru with a light sigh, a smile crossing her face as she stands there and soaks it all in, the light of the flame flickering across her figure, her short hair and her brand.
Her sister is home.
But the laugh that leaves Hotaru’s lips at the mention of the pumpkin has Rexanna’s own laugh intermingling with the chimes of her own, a sound like wind and rushing flame, of shadows in the night. “Gods I need it.” She tells Hotaru as her shoulder bumps hers and she snickers quietly. She weaves in the path and out of the path, taking the quickest way home when Hotaru’s words ring in her ears once more and she snorts at that too. “It’s really the only thing I can taste anymore. Everything else is dulled, with little or no taste at all.” She informs her, wiggling her eyebrows in a playful manner until she’s paused again by Hotaru.
She turns to face her sister when the smack hits her stomach and she laughs loudly, like chimes of a bell ringing through the night, reimagining the crimson hue that overcomes her. But it’s her turn to listen to Hotaru, to pull her into a small half step of a dance with a raised brow and skeptical look about her. “Oh, it’s incredible.” She hums to Hotaru, feigning the dramatics as well, before Hotaru’s voice hits her ears and she snorts.
“Hm, a few, but I’m afraid mines taken.” She chides with a tsk to her tongue before she reaches the porch of her home – the lights off inside, the porch creaking underneath her foot, before she looks back to Hotaru with a wiggle to her brow. “Another downside is that unless we’re in one specific place, we only get the pleasure through the bite…” She says, brow wiggling again to insinuate that even if she did want to go for a ride, it wouldn’t likely be the way the Valkyrie knew.
She opens the door to her home to let Hotaru in before following and turning on a few of the lights, shifting her flame magic to spark the oil lamps to life. “I’m afraid no erections or sensations for us unless we're in this one room further down the road, for whatever reason that is.” She finally says with a pout before she breaks into another bubbling huff of laughter as she moves toward the fireplace and alights the logs with another small amount of her flame magic – wielding it from the oil lamp beside it into the fireplace, growing it larger and larger until it begins to heat the room to a comfortable amount. She turns to look at Hotaru with a light sigh, a smile crossing her face as she stands there and soaks it all in, the light of the flame flickering across her figure, her short hair and her brand.
Her sister is home.
until the lambs
have become
lions
