gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
“Ach, Remi. I unintentionally started it.” She jests to him, wishing he had been looking at her so she could stick her tongue out at him. “I was horrified until you all started laughing.” A chime of a laugh leaves her lips, recalling the moment where she didn’t know if she should go into hiding or start sending out apology letters. But that was neither here nor there, and instead a friendly bout of competition began. “I suppose you should have the upper hand. Having one and all that.” She hums back to him with another laugh.But when they speak of the Fae, the tone goes a bit more somber, and Rexanna listens quietly as Remi mentions Loren got himself thrown into the pit trying to force them to do what he wanted them to. And for a moment, she wonders what went through Loren’s mind with that – before ultimately deciding that when the summoner wanted to be, he could be quite stubborn. “Hmm.” She comments quietly, pausing a brief moment.
“How did he handle the pit? I… Heard my daughter spent some time there.” She announces quietly, pulling away from him slightly but keeping her fingers tapping along his neck – wondering if he knows that in that strange other timeline of hers, that Kiada’s her own.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
