they say that war is hell, but,
true hell begins when the battle ends
and you're the only one whose
hands still drip red
Oh, yes, she knows him. She knows him very well, and if he thinks he’s going to slip out of this one without divulging any sort of information for her to live vicariously through this pairing… He would be thinking wrong. So when she brings it up, emerald gaze staring at the Sword with all the greed of information and gossip as old friends often did.
Her brow lifts with the mention of rings, of Safrin blessings, and Amalia having made him one. And when he lifts the hand, she looks to the ring with an equally bright and chipper grin for what she’s seeing. But he withdraws his hand again and her gaze seeks out his blues, once so similar to her own before monsters in the dark had taken those from her too. “Well.. Are you still dressing up?” She asks, wondering how much of it would be like a true wedding as Remi and Ronin had. “Let me know if I can help. Obviously if it’s a small affair, I won’t impose but if you need something I’m always here for you to help.” She says with a brighter smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm in her quiet promise.
Her brow lifts with the mention of rings, of Safrin blessings, and Amalia having made him one. And when he lifts the hand, she looks to the ring with an equally bright and chipper grin for what she’s seeing. But he withdraws his hand again and her gaze seeks out his blues, once so similar to her own before monsters in the dark had taken those from her too. “Well.. Are you still dressing up?” She asks, wondering how much of it would be like a true wedding as Remi and Ronin had. “Let me know if I can help. Obviously if it’s a small affair, I won’t impose but if you need something I’m always here for you to help.” She says with a brighter smile, reaching out to squeeze his arm in her quiet promise.
REXANNA
