sometimes we break so beautiful and you know you're not the only one
i breathe you in so sweet and powerful
The hand to his heart was charming as she releases the little poetic bit she’d recalled from home into the open air for him and him alone. Her kiss to his nose is received with a tap to her own with his finger, and she smiles softly to that, emerald gaze finding his ochre with all the love and happiness she has within her, watching him curiously as she continues on her little explanation of Halyven, how similar it was to how he explained his own world in a way.
But when he asks for her approval over the idea of an upgrade that would grant him wings, she’s silent for a small amount of time, contemplating. She thinks, after recalling Remi having done the very same, and her surprise before she could see the man beyond it, that she could likely get used to it. Good association with it all, in the end perhaps. “I think you would look amazing with wings, love.” She offers with a bright smile, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile tugging at her lips as he strokes her arms.
“I’m glad.” She says, and she means it, searching his eyes, searching for all the happiness they share together, with one another. Though she does hum a quiet giggle at the mention of Safrin, and how that whole ordeal went down – how she chose to forget about it most days, the events leading up to her fixing her curse and him Ascending. But then his lips are on hers, and she pulls him into her with all the intention of deepening it.
But when he asks for her approval over the idea of an upgrade that would grant him wings, she’s silent for a small amount of time, contemplating. She thinks, after recalling Remi having done the very same, and her surprise before she could see the man beyond it, that she could likely get used to it. Good association with it all, in the end perhaps. “I think you would look amazing with wings, love.” She offers with a bright smile, wrapping her arms around his neck with a soft smile tugging at her lips as he strokes her arms.
“I’m glad.” She says, and she means it, searching his eyes, searching for all the happiness they share together, with one another. Though she does hum a quiet giggle at the mention of Safrin, and how that whole ordeal went down – how she chose to forget about it most days, the events leading up to her fixing her curse and him Ascending. But then his lips are on hers, and she pulls him into her with all the intention of deepening it.
like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs
i'm burning up, i'm burning up, i'm burning up
REXANNA
