REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
He moved onto the couch and as she turned with the glass, she heard him speak and wink and she returned his words with a snort. “I’m not barbaric!” She accused, a playful yet pointed wounded look crossed her face. But she moved to sit beside him on the couch and waited for him the pull the glasses out. When they had poured the wine into them, she clinked her own against his and toasted to the new beginnings as well; hoping that it wouldn’t end in destruction and ruin like so many good things in her life. But she was content, regardless, to be here with him. She couldn’t see any other way.As he took a sip, she took one too. And she listened, cradling the glass in her lap as she looked fondly toward him as he remarked about the wine. Her head tilted curiously, eyes soft as she watched him. “What else changed?” She asked with a curious spark in her eye. She hadn’t known enough Ascendeds too well to actually ask what the differences were. And for a moment, she wondered if it hurt to become one. Keeping the glass in one of her hands, she moved her free one to rest and hold one of Bastien’s. “You’re cold, too. Not unbearable, but certainly not the furnace you were before.” She remarked with a playful glance sent his way.
“Did it hurt when you Ascended?” She finally asked, a bit of concern flashing across her face that she tried to hide by taking another sip.
