gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
She nods to him, despite the clenching of his teeth. Hands brush by the tawny mane that appear along his nape, and she strokes it gently, calmly, until she pauses when he asks what Zariah did. He didn’t know? It’s her turn to be a bit surprised, and she bites down on her lower lip as she thinks back to what felt like a lifetime ago, already. “Well, when she enacted the army, Bastien went to the prison for refusing to sign.” She says with a light sigh. “And I went to Zariah to bargain for his freedom, and she in turn had me work for her.” There’s a light pause, wondering if he recalls the meeting Zariah hosted, which side of the grouping she had stood on.“Anyway, one day she calls me to the Manor and I obliged. At first she suggested that I marry Peter. I told her no.” Another brief pause while her fingers continue to stroke the mane that has appeared. “And I’m sure you can guess how well she took that. So she told me that it wasn’t a request, that I would marry Peter the next day, and locked me in one of the Manor’s bedrooms.” She adjusts herself a bit to get a better look at the Alchemist. “So I broke out through the bathroom that night, using my fireworks, went and got Bastien… And that night I Ascended. And Zariah vanished not soon after.”
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
