REXANNA
FOR A TIME IT SEEMED TO ME,
THAT WE WERE STARLIGHT-TOUCHED.
FAILING TO REALIZE THAT WE WERE STARCROSSED,
“Azrael it is.” She chimes to him, offering a somewhat brighter smile after he mentions it’s like an angel. And where the connotation should usually spark some anxiety within her, there’s none to be found. Not with Bastien here, not with their child on the way, not with the excitement and prospect of what they’re doing to drown out those particular anxieties. Btu Bastien sits up a bit, and she moves when he’s no longer flat against the bed, shifting to look at him when he turns to look back at her. He leans over her then, and she peers up at him, verdant gaze bright and glimmering before he moves down, voice soft and lips gentle as they meet hers. “A wonderful example, set.” She offers with a light hum, absorbed into the stronger, more passionate kiss. Her hands move up along his chest, pulling him into her as she gives into this. She couldn’t ever get used to this, the way he loved her and her so wholly in love with him. Every time it would be a surprise, a shock, that someone could treat her this way and expect nothing but herself in return.
THE STARS WERE
NEVER
ON OUR SIDE.
