gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
One box is down, and she’s shoving it to the side of the front door when she hears the knock. For a moment, she’s somewhat surprised he hasn’t barged in – after all, she’s gotten used to barging into his own alchemy shop. Perhaps it’s different being her home, and all that, but she doesn’t mind. Instead, dusting herself off of any dirt or dust that might have accumulated from the items she’s been packing, she reaches for the doorknob and opens the door to see a boyish smile and she can’t help but to give him a brilliant grin in response.“Remi! You made it.” She chimes happily, stepping aside to let him in. Once he enters, she closes the door behind him before turning to the slight mess she’s made of her living room – yet the flickering lights of the fireplace and the warmth of it is surely enough to keep the Alchemist warm enough. “I’ve been packing to move my things to Bastien’s, and well.. It’s really quiet and I wanted to thank you for your help with everything.” She admits with a small smile, reaching forward toward him to squeeze his hand gently. She doesn’t need to justify herself, but she feels it necessary regardless. And besides, if Remi wanted to talk and rant, she’d be all ears. That’s what friends were for, right?
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
