gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
The Penumbra nods her head in agreement to the statement. It was a lifetime ago, what, with everything else that was going on. But she remains silent, quiet as she listens to her questions pass over to him, listens as he speaks of what he’s noticed of the roses and against her own optimism. Still, she can understand. She doesn’t know what it would be like for her if Bastien had been blighted. But something within her coils and sours at the idea. “Maybe it’s more complicated than that?” She questions quietly with a tilt to her head. “Maybe there’s not much they can do if it is the Voice that has spread it…” She ponders, even if it’s going underneath her own goddess, her own race, against what she’s chosen to become. But, she holds her tongue. Conversations for better days, with brighter eyes and warmer hearts.
She hears him as he mentions that her wedding had been the highlight, and while Rexanna should have been pleased to know it had an impact, she didn’t think it had much competition in the way of things. So instead, she nods slightly, reaching an arm around him to the back of the couch, giving him a gentle smile. “Come here.” She says softly, opening up her arms for a tight embrace. Hugs solve everything, she decides. Ever since Hotaru had come back and she’d received such a tight closeness with those she was fond of, it seemed the easiest route. And besides, how often were people around here touched and hugged, coddled and soft? Far too little, she decides. "I care about you and your well-being, you know." She says softly, gently, a smile gracing her lips. "Perhaps this can help." Referring slightly to the mention of cuddles and coddles from the night of her first attuned bite and flight.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
