am i running through that mind of yours at all?
i have big ideas for you and me
She gives him a smile when he tells her that she’s good company too, and she nods slowly to that. She’s always tried to be, tried to be there for her friends and those she cares about. And Peter? He’s always been roped into that mix – the second he had made her that little bracelet that’s sitting in the Artists Sanctuary at the moment, settled beside the rest of her jewels and precious pieces.
But all she wants is for him to be happy, and at his confirmation, she smiles a bright fanged smile to him. “I’m glad.” She replies easily, listening to how they met and letting herself get lost in the small picture that he paints for her. How he had thought he was dead, and she smiles at that softly. She had thought she was in a dream, drugged, something other than being here. But if it was a dream? It was perhaps one of the best ones she’s had. Elaborate, and beautiful, despite the dark nightmarish times.
“That’s so sweet.” She murmurs quietly, thinking about it. Such a little phrase could have so much impact, so much for someone who doesn’t know if things ever will be okay. But she’s glad he had Adam for that. She can feel him stiffen for a moment beside her, but she doesn’t comment on it, instead she focuses the best she can on the location he’s in before her smile falters when she hears that nobody has told him that before.
More people should, she thinks. “He sounds great, really. And things are okay now, right? You’ve met Loren?” She asks quietly, recalling the first time she’d met the summoner and had mentioned Peter’s name along once the rest of the Launceleyns had vanished or died.
But all she wants is for him to be happy, and at his confirmation, she smiles a bright fanged smile to him. “I’m glad.” She replies easily, listening to how they met and letting herself get lost in the small picture that he paints for her. How he had thought he was dead, and she smiles at that softly. She had thought she was in a dream, drugged, something other than being here. But if it was a dream? It was perhaps one of the best ones she’s had. Elaborate, and beautiful, despite the dark nightmarish times.
“That’s so sweet.” She murmurs quietly, thinking about it. Such a little phrase could have so much impact, so much for someone who doesn’t know if things ever will be okay. But she’s glad he had Adam for that. She can feel him stiffen for a moment beside her, but she doesn’t comment on it, instead she focuses the best she can on the location he’s in before her smile falters when she hears that nobody has told him that before.
More people should, she thinks. “He sounds great, really. And things are okay now, right? You’ve met Loren?” She asks quietly, recalling the first time she’d met the summoner and had mentioned Peter’s name along once the rest of the Launceleyns had vanished or died.
i feel lucky, with the worst luck
that i met you when I felt messed up
REXANNA
