REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
She’s so content when he lets her keep him in her arms. She wishes that she could protect him from everything, from his past, from himself, from the future – but she knows she can’t. So she settles in just the feeling of this moment, holding tight and dear to it as she can, while his tears slow and she cradles him gently, letting him curl into her and do whatever it is he needs to feel safe. Because Caido isn’t safe. So if she can give him this, she wants to.The laugh from him when she mentions she told Wessex surprises her a small amount, and she tilts her head against his own as he turns to look at her profile, a soft snort leaving her in response. “Well, she wasn’t noble born, so I think she’s aware in a roundabout sense as to how awful rulers can be. So she took it in stride.” She assures him, pulling away just enough to give him a light wink before pulling him into her embrace again.
But he pulls away, and as he does so, her magic flows from her fingers into his clothes, softening the fabric and cleaning it up. She watches him gape at it, before turning his attention to her, and she smiles easily to him at his open mouthed reaction. “I have magic remember?” She jests to him playfully, reaching out for the clothes that he wears and doing the same. Fluffy, soft, clean. “There.” She says lightly.
And after a moment, a thought hits her, and she pulls away to cup her hand before a reddish glow begins to form in the center of it, and a small bracelet lined with black chains sits within her palm. On the very top of it, the center of the entire bracelet, sits an eclipse – shiny, gold, bright. A little token, as if to remember her by for when he goes off to do whatever he wishes to do. He can look at it and think of her and the safety of home and the comfort of it all. “Here. Wear this too.”
