gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
In the end, she appreciates Remi’s boyish beaming smile regardless of where it came from. And she gladly snuggles in closer to him when he pulls her in tighter, arms wrapped in careful attempts around his neck now as his wings expand, doing her best to avoid the wound to his shoulder. But she can feel him snort and shrug before telling her his original plan. And a chimed laugh leaves her at that. “I mean, if you want to continue our dick contest, then I’m game.” She jests in response. First his wedding, then her own. What’s a couple more penises back and forth?
At the mention of the Fae thinking they’re okay, she gnaws on the inside of her lip for a brief moment. “I assume they have been warned?” She asks, based off of what he’s said. But another moment passes, and she continues on. “Ultimately… If things go bad for the Fae, they have already been warned. It’s their fault for not taking the precautions needed?” She hums thoughtfully, fingers tapping lightly with the idea along his neck.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
