hung high and dry, where no one can see
if there's no one to blame, blame it on me
There’s a bob of her head in response to the mention of defying expectations, a brighter grin crossing her face at that. “A pleasant surprise.” She says to him, in honesty as well as partially referring to his earlier statement about how she had been a pleasant surprise herself. Coy, but honest and truthful enough. At the mention of fireworks, however, her head snaps back to him in curiosity. “There’s been a few fireworks shows.” She almost murmurs thoughtfully. “I have firework magic too, so perhaps we both bear a bit of appeasing the people, hm?” She says, handing the basket to him to his nod of thanks.
“It’s worth a shot, is it not?” She hums with amusement, beginning to step toward the path for the Launceleyn Manor, commenting about bites and fangs and deadened senses and what she can feel. Her gaze drifts back to him when he speaks, spotting the smile that crosses his lips, and she hums thoughtfully to that. “Not just for that. It’s one of the many ways we can sustain ourselves.” She muses, arms folding behind her back while they walk, gaze flickering out over the path they take as more people continue to try and capture the sun within the streams of tree branches overhead. “But it certainly makes it much more fun that way.” She admits, winking to him, before snorting softly.
“It’s worth a shot, is it not?” She hums with amusement, beginning to step toward the path for the Launceleyn Manor, commenting about bites and fangs and deadened senses and what she can feel. Her gaze drifts back to him when he speaks, spotting the smile that crosses his lips, and she hums thoughtfully to that. “Not just for that. It’s one of the many ways we can sustain ourselves.” She muses, arms folding behind her back while they walk, gaze flickering out over the path they take as more people continue to try and capture the sun within the streams of tree branches overhead. “But it certainly makes it much more fun that way.” She admits, winking to him, before snorting softly.
storm in the sky, fire in the streets
if there's nothing but pain, put it on me
REXANNA
