dirty laundry, hangin' out with the white lies 'til they're clean sheets
testing loyalties,
The Penumbra finds the Shield sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down to her feet – and a part of Rexanna wishes that she doesn’t have to ask, to add more of a burden to the emotions that Amalia is likely going through right now. But she can’t escape now, can’t evade that the people had chosen her should she wish to have the job, and so she closes the door quietly behind her, drifting in closer to be able to take a seat across from where Amalia sits, to look upon the Shield with eyes the other woman helped her acquire.
Green eyes scan her face briefly before offering a small smile. “We held the council voting. Wessex nominated you for the historian position, and the people voted you in.” She offers, smile fading slightly as she regards the woman before her. “But I don’t want to force you into doing anything you don’t want to, so I’ve come to ask you before anything is official.” Her head tilts slightly as the Penumbra trudges on. "I can tell you who else made it if you want to take that into consideration?" She asks after a moment, just to ensure they're all on the same page.
Green eyes scan her face briefly before offering a small smile. “We held the council voting. Wessex nominated you for the historian position, and the people voted you in.” She offers, smile fading slightly as she regards the woman before her. “But I don’t want to force you into doing anything you don’t want to, so I’ve come to ask you before anything is official.” Her head tilts slightly as the Penumbra trudges on. "I can tell you who else made it if you want to take that into consideration?" She asks after a moment, just to ensure they're all on the same page.
please don't make me choose sides
when you leave me
REXANNA
