REXANNA
“Mmm.” Rexanna hums while she finishes up her basket, a light smile crossing her face as she explains that she hasn’t been. Her head tilts toward him with a brief smile crossing her face as he begins to explain, still not looking at her but focusing on his basket nonetheless – and honestly? She thinks it’s a good attempt. As good as one could be when you had a fake hand, at the very least. So she takes in what he says, offering a fanged grin his direction. “I’d like that.” She tells him – and she really would.
Pausing for a moment, Rexanna puts her finished basket before her, before leaning over toward Amun. “Can I help? Tell me where you want my hands.” She hums playfully, tossing him a wink in an attempt to get him into a lighter mood.
Pausing for a moment, Rexanna puts her finished basket before her, before leaning over toward Amun. “Can I help? Tell me where you want my hands.” She hums playfully, tossing him a wink in an attempt to get him into a lighter mood.
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
