REXANNA
Oh she absolutely has a habit of diverting to her old ways, but she’s tried very hard to be better. And with her Ascension, with her being with Bastien, her attempts to retract and revert were few and far between now. And for a woman who seemed to ooze confidence, she wasn’t very confident herself for the majority of it. She was simply great at pretending. Still, she shrugs and gives a light nod in agreement.
He asks when to call the important Phoenix and she smiles as she lets her gaze drift away from him for the moment. “Hmmm, maybe near the end of the vows for the dramatic effect?” A crooked smile crosses her face at this, But it’s gone soon after as he glosses over her words, and she listens to his explanation while sitting. She puts it in the back of her mind, comparing it to her own magic, as she sits beside him and imagines the Spark Bird she has seen last year. It made sense, and she figured she could definitely give it a shot.
But finally he glances to her, allowing her to touch him, when she realizes he might have a preference to where she bit. The Penumbra tilts her head to him as she turns to face him on the side of the beside, eyes starting at the wrist of his from his clenching and unclenching hands. “Alright. You don’t have to do anything, really. Just enjoy it.” She pauses with another encouraging smile. “Would you prefer your wrist?” She hums, sapphire eyes darting toward his neck. “Or your neck?” She doesn’t have a preference, really. She had bit Remi on the wrist only because the neck had seemed to intimate for what had always been between them. But with Loren? She didn’t know what kind of history he had, whether one would be better than the other. And she hopes by giving him a choice, she can make it that much easier.
He asks when to call the important Phoenix and she smiles as she lets her gaze drift away from him for the moment. “Hmmm, maybe near the end of the vows for the dramatic effect?” A crooked smile crosses her face at this, But it’s gone soon after as he glosses over her words, and she listens to his explanation while sitting. She puts it in the back of her mind, comparing it to her own magic, as she sits beside him and imagines the Spark Bird she has seen last year. It made sense, and she figured she could definitely give it a shot.
But finally he glances to her, allowing her to touch him, when she realizes he might have a preference to where she bit. The Penumbra tilts her head to him as she turns to face him on the side of the beside, eyes starting at the wrist of his from his clenching and unclenching hands. “Alright. You don’t have to do anything, really. Just enjoy it.” She pauses with another encouraging smile. “Would you prefer your wrist?” She hums, sapphire eyes darting toward his neck. “Or your neck?” She doesn’t have a preference, really. She had bit Remi on the wrist only because the neck had seemed to intimate for what had always been between them. But with Loren? She didn’t know what kind of history he had, whether one would be better than the other. And she hopes by giving him a choice, she can make it that much easier.
until the lambs
have become
lions
