REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
Once Bastien returns from threatening the gourds, Rexanna quickly finds her way to him – dressed in a dark skirt that clings to every curve of her hips, topped with a gold corset that shines with the movement she takes as she strides over toward him, all of her scars and brands on display but bearing all the confidence of someone that's learned to love them – and she extends a loving stroke of her hand along his hip and lower back as she leans into him with a playful grin. “Next time, darling, I can set one aflame and it’ll smell like a pie in here.” She says lightly, offering him a playful wink before moving on to greet the other guests that have arrived so far.She gives Oliver a bright grin and a wave, followed by a playful wink toward Amun, hidden disinterest with Nate, and then her eyes land on Loren and she’s somewhat surprised. Though… Is she really? Somehow, everything about it makes more sense, and so she settles in to grab a glass of wine she can hardly taste, but simply to keep the mood going. She sips from it delicately before slipping back to Bastien’s side, with a wide fanged smile just for him – cheerful and excited to be here, gaze flitting back toward Oliver and the conversation going on.
anything could be holy enough
to save you
