homesick

REXANNA the sun inside of her rages like wildfire Rexanna continued to walk with him until her question captured his attention and they easily came to a stop so he could answer her. Perhaps she wasn't expecting the answer she began to receive. He asked her if she'd ever killed a man, and mentally she shifted back to her former life, running from any and everything. How she had fought off a potential captor, how she unwittingly caused his demise. But she hadn't been around to see the result, she'd only heard of what happened from those that spoke of it outside the city limits. She couldn't really relate to the feeling he described, but she knew she didn't regret it. Surely, rather than being here, she'd be back in the dungeon — perhaps even killed. But she remained still, her sapphire gaze lingering on Archibold as he lifted a hand to her brand, tracing a finger along the raised skin. Her eyes never left his face as he continued to speak of being built to be perfect but full of the opposite. An eyebrow raised slightly in curiosity, willing herself to remain as he elaborated. He spoke of pulses and feeding, and what kind of things exactly he could do to her and she found her pulse rising slightly despite his hand leaving her brand. At least he was honest, laying out everything before her and allowing her the choice to stay (though she wasn't certain if she chose to run, even with her quick feet she probably wouldn't make it) she decided to offer him a saccharine smile, shaking her head as if to answer no to his question. Then he leaned in, by her ear above her neck. His words creating a series of shivers that raced down her spine — goosebumps raising along her shoulders and arms. She released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when he moved back and smiled once more. She wasn't sure what to say, but she nodded lightly all the same. Honesty was something you didn't often get, but she appreciated it nevertheless. She wasn't so worried about surviving this encounter — instead, she craved information and the simple luxuries that a conversation could grant. So of course she'd entertain him, unable to find it in her to look away or leave. Then he asked her if she danced, and surprise crossed her features before she called them again and nodded once more. “It's been a few years since I have. I'll try not to step on any toes.” She added with a wink in his direction, moving slightly to stand before him and raised her arms, aiming to place one along his shoulder and the other outstretched, ready to take his hand should he wish to. Then, with another even more calming smile, she found her eyes glancing over his face. “Out of curiosity, when you… Feed, is there anything left after?” She questioned with a tilt of her head and eyebrow raised. and she is — gold, gold, gold.

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