REXANNA
Ever the protector, her sister is, and she beams a beatific smile toward her as she mentions she’ll find something to make it easier. She wishes to tell Hotaru of the parasol she has, of the ability to remain in the shadow slowly approaching and encapsulating the light, to feel and soak the residual heat of the world around them as soon as the sun sets. But it can wait, like many things, and instead they’re raucous and conniving, a beautiful pair full of destruction. And she beams with the opportunity.
But her suggestion gives Rexanna pause only briefly, catching the sly wink and she snickers – her nose wrinkling before she lifts her head to her. She doesn’t have a chance to speak, lips parting briefly before they arrive at the house and she mentions the idea of being a bloody middle to a lovely sandwich, and she laughs a chime of a laugh at this, glancing to her sister with those beaming sapphire eyes. “I forgot how much of a temptress you were.” She says, a hint of something else beneath her words as she regards Hotaru.
“Nothing like a little orgasm to meet the end of the world, hmm?” She winks, settling along the fireplace and soaking in the warmth she can barely feel – but she does it for Hotaru, she’d do anything for her. The pair of destruction, of flame and fury, of rebuilding and growth. As Hotaru nears, her eyes are soft as she takes away the distance, arms outstretched, hands reaching and cupping her face, and she sighs contently into the touch – bending at will, as though she’s water through Hotaru’s fingers.
If Hotaru’s eyes are wet with tears, then she would find that the Penumbra’s are the same as she pulls away. And she leans forward to place her soft lips in between Hotaru’s brow, arms wrapping around her sister’s shoulders and pulling her close. “I love you too Hotaru, and I’m sorry for everything I did in Helovia.” She whispers, shutting her eyes to bury her face into her sister’s neck.
But she doesn’t stay that way for long as the door swings open, and she pulls away her head, still wrapped around Hotaru, a bright smile through the tears as she hears Bastien’s voice – the theatrics to a grand entrance. And she snorts lightly, wrapping an arm around Hotaru to guide her to her man. But her eyes immediately spot the painting, and her jaw drops as she leans in toward Hotaru. “That was the pumpkin!” She exclaims, before Bastien’s body turns toward her and she can see the surprise on his face.
Regrettably, her arm leaves Hotaru’s shoulders and reaches for her hand as she bounds toward Bastien. “Oh, she understands, love.” She says with a laugh that chimes through the house. Bastien approaches her then, after the introduction, and melts just enough at his touch and his kiss, settling in between the two of them before she gestures toward Hotaru. “Bastien, this is my sister from Helovia.” She announces, before her head tilts and she moves toward Hotaru’s side, allowing her to introduce herself with the comfort of both her presence and the unorthodox meeting Hotaru had just witnessed.
Except it was like that every day, and Rexanna loved it.
But her suggestion gives Rexanna pause only briefly, catching the sly wink and she snickers – her nose wrinkling before she lifts her head to her. She doesn’t have a chance to speak, lips parting briefly before they arrive at the house and she mentions the idea of being a bloody middle to a lovely sandwich, and she laughs a chime of a laugh at this, glancing to her sister with those beaming sapphire eyes. “I forgot how much of a temptress you were.” She says, a hint of something else beneath her words as she regards Hotaru.
“Nothing like a little orgasm to meet the end of the world, hmm?” She winks, settling along the fireplace and soaking in the warmth she can barely feel – but she does it for Hotaru, she’d do anything for her. The pair of destruction, of flame and fury, of rebuilding and growth. As Hotaru nears, her eyes are soft as she takes away the distance, arms outstretched, hands reaching and cupping her face, and she sighs contently into the touch – bending at will, as though she’s water through Hotaru’s fingers.
If Hotaru’s eyes are wet with tears, then she would find that the Penumbra’s are the same as she pulls away. And she leans forward to place her soft lips in between Hotaru’s brow, arms wrapping around her sister’s shoulders and pulling her close. “I love you too Hotaru, and I’m sorry for everything I did in Helovia.” She whispers, shutting her eyes to bury her face into her sister’s neck.
But she doesn’t stay that way for long as the door swings open, and she pulls away her head, still wrapped around Hotaru, a bright smile through the tears as she hears Bastien’s voice – the theatrics to a grand entrance. And she snorts lightly, wrapping an arm around Hotaru to guide her to her man. But her eyes immediately spot the painting, and her jaw drops as she leans in toward Hotaru. “That was the pumpkin!” She exclaims, before Bastien’s body turns toward her and she can see the surprise on his face.
Regrettably, her arm leaves Hotaru’s shoulders and reaches for her hand as she bounds toward Bastien. “Oh, she understands, love.” She says with a laugh that chimes through the house. Bastien approaches her then, after the introduction, and melts just enough at his touch and his kiss, settling in between the two of them before she gestures toward Hotaru. “Bastien, this is my sister from Helovia.” She announces, before her head tilts and she moves toward Hotaru’s side, allowing her to introduce herself with the comfort of both her presence and the unorthodox meeting Hotaru had just witnessed.
Except it was like that every day, and Rexanna loved it.
until the lambs
have become
lions
