Happily, I'm unfazed here, too

and i watch in wonder, hung high and dry, where no one can see

if there's no one to blame, blame it on me

His agreement, the way he cuddles closer, has her arms wrapping tightly around him, tucking her head in close against his chest and closing her eyes to drift off just a few minutes longer. As the few minutes shift into a bit longer, she wakes again once Bastien is grabbing her – flipping her to his other side with a breathless hum of a laugh slipping from her throat. “Right, right.” She agrees, still a touch tired, but she manages to pause to appreciate him and his gesture, running her hand along his chest gently, before she slips from the bed.

Much like a cat, Rexanna stretches out in the sunlight, reflecting off pale and mostly unblemished skin, reaching for a flowy gown she can slip on as well as running a brush through her hair just so she might appear somewhat presentable. She wasn’t sure where they were heading yet, only having a vague idea of where the places where he wanted to show her, and so she ties a little leather piece to her wrist just in case she’ll need to tie up her dark hair.

And when she’s done, she’s already reaching for him – pressing her body against his gently as she does every morning – a more official, good morning, hug before the day’s truly started. "Alright, love, I'm ready." She murmurs, the chime in her voice surprisingly vibrant.

storm in the sky, fire in the street

if there's nothing but pain, put it on me

REXANNA