REXANNA
He asks which room she speaks of, and she gives him a somewhat sly glance. “The room at Lily’s.” She says easily. It’s the only place she knows of that allows them such a gift. Certain that it’s a gift from Frey to enjoy and indulge. But she comments little more on it before she’s telling him how fast she can run. Her head tilts at the thought as he suggests testing it sometime, and she nods along.
“We should.” A quiet agreement. Until he asks if it’s okay and she lets a quiet hum of laughter leave her lips. “Yes, I think it would be a good idea. I’m still pretty unfamiliar with my new body.” She says with a shrug, glancing to him again. She almost wants to tell him what her body feels like now after the bite, after the blood has intermingled with her system. With how she wouldn’t go out of her way to constantly bite people because she’s feeling sluggish and slow now, an awkward kind of hangover feeling she can’t exactly articulate.
But she still hopes he doesn’t think of her in such a way.
She’s almost thankful when the conversation shifts to the Voice, but she’s uncertain with his thoughts on her goddess. And so she remains quiet while he mulls it over and thinks about it. But what he says relieves her a small amount and she nods in agreement. “I have been severely punished for misunderstandings and coincidences based off of conjecture.” Another small admittance. “I prefer to get the truth before the pitchforks.”
“We should.” A quiet agreement. Until he asks if it’s okay and she lets a quiet hum of laughter leave her lips. “Yes, I think it would be a good idea. I’m still pretty unfamiliar with my new body.” She says with a shrug, glancing to him again. She almost wants to tell him what her body feels like now after the bite, after the blood has intermingled with her system. With how she wouldn’t go out of her way to constantly bite people because she’s feeling sluggish and slow now, an awkward kind of hangover feeling she can’t exactly articulate.
But she still hopes he doesn’t think of her in such a way.
She’s almost thankful when the conversation shifts to the Voice, but she’s uncertain with his thoughts on her goddess. And so she remains quiet while he mulls it over and thinks about it. But what he says relieves her a small amount and she nods in agreement. “I have been severely punished for misunderstandings and coincidences based off of conjecture.” Another small admittance. “I prefer to get the truth before the pitchforks.”
until the lambs
have become
lions
