REXANNA
FOR A TIME IT SEEMED TO ME,
THAT WE WERE STARLIGHT-TOUCHED.
FAILING TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE STARCROSSED,
She nuzzles her head into him after her suggestion, feeling the vibration within his throat as she closes her eyes – eyelashes fluttering against the column of his neck, shifting a small amount to allow him more room to wrap his arm around her waist until he’s pulling her back with him and she willingly goes – easing herself and adjusting so she’s laying a bit more face down to rest along his chest, leaning into the touch with a soft smile playing at her lips.Until he comments her name, and her verdant gaze flickers open to look at him, to search his face. His compliments were always something she embraced, but a part of her with her exhaustion and everything shies away from it, ducking her head onto his shoulder as she offers him a small smile. “I think you do a wonderful job capturing all the beauty there is, Bastien.” She says lightly, reaching up with her hand to run through his hair, to run her thumb along his temple. “There’s certainly enough portraits and drawings of me to fill a house.” She teases him lightly, between the sketches and practicing shadows and gestures, there were enough of her to go around.
THE STARS WERE
NEVER
ON OUR SIDE.
