gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
Of course, Rexanna hadn’t left last Longnight. And so her experience with the monsters is incredibly limited. But she still manages to smile lightly at the comment he makes, if only for a moment before it fades. “I would do the same.” She offers him. They were similar in that regard, answering the call of those who need it. But Frey had shown her that fine line between the goodness of one’s heart, and bringing yourself down. She hopes Remi understands that difference too.But she’s thankful for the conversation shift, and she manages a light chimed laugh at the comment, shutting her eyes tight as she cuddles him close. “I think you may be right.” She jests. That hadn’t been the first time Rexanna had met Bastien, but it was the first time she had seen the true kindness beneath the dramatics. And it had affected her during his ‘death’ that wasn’t really a ‘death’.
She grows surprised, for a brief moment, as the slight push of air happens, as wings spread from his back and envelopes her tightly. And for a moment, she stiffens with a memory, softening mere seconds later after realizing it’s Remi and she had told him precisely just how wonderful a snuggle with a set of wings was. “That’s wonderful! And… incredibly helpful really, we can tell each other if we should be expecting any visitors.” She mulls thoughtfully, snuggling into Remi and the wings, soaking up the warmth from the man that she no longer has. “I hope… It won’t be as bad as last year. With the barrier gone.”
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
