REXANNA
I have late night conversations
with the moon.
His hand gently covered her own on his arm, and she leaned into him as he did the same – tilting her head slightly as his face moved into the crook of her neck. A shiver raced down her spine at the feel of his breath brushing against her skin, and she smiled into it both with the truths he spoke and the honesty of the idea of it. They were kindred spirits, and she found that despite his rebelling against higher powers, Rexanna had simply just been on the wrong side of them from the start. She didn’t think it had anything to do with what she did, but rather the circumstances of her.
But she let him stay close, leaning her head slightly toward his own to rest for a few moments before he pulled away hesitantly and she wanted to whine to him to have him remain before he spoke of bringing one more thing and reached for the basket. Her eyes followed him and watched while he pulled out a bottle of a red liquid and a bag of two pastries that had her eyes slipping from the basket to his face as he continued to speak. She chuckled quietly in response, but she understood. Every time she had shown up, too, there had been wine or alcohol involved. And if she was being honest, it was a kind shift in their time together.
Gladly accepting one of the pastries, she grinned to him when he spoke of drinking from the bottle. “Ah, so we are going to be barbarians now?” She winked with a quiet laugh. “I don’t mind sharing with you at all.” She finally said. Sharing a bottle was the least of it all when they had done far more intricate and intimate things. It was barely even on the scale for her. And while Bastien took a sip from the bottle, she bit into the pastry and sighed into it happily. It was beyond anything she’d had – only spending enough for making more savory things rather than desserts. And it was a wonderful change to the normalcy she had grown accustomed to.
“These are incredible! Did you get them from Amalia’s bakery?” She asked with a tilt of her head after she had finished her first bite and eyed the red juice that she was also extremely excited to try.
But she let him stay close, leaning her head slightly toward his own to rest for a few moments before he pulled away hesitantly and she wanted to whine to him to have him remain before he spoke of bringing one more thing and reached for the basket. Her eyes followed him and watched while he pulled out a bottle of a red liquid and a bag of two pastries that had her eyes slipping from the basket to his face as he continued to speak. She chuckled quietly in response, but she understood. Every time she had shown up, too, there had been wine or alcohol involved. And if she was being honest, it was a kind shift in their time together.
Gladly accepting one of the pastries, she grinned to him when he spoke of drinking from the bottle. “Ah, so we are going to be barbarians now?” She winked with a quiet laugh. “I don’t mind sharing with you at all.” She finally said. Sharing a bottle was the least of it all when they had done far more intricate and intimate things. It was barely even on the scale for her. And while Bastien took a sip from the bottle, she bit into the pastry and sighed into it happily. It was beyond anything she’d had – only spending enough for making more savory things rather than desserts. And it was a wonderful change to the normalcy she had grown accustomed to.
“These are incredible! Did you get them from Amalia’s bakery?” She asked with a tilt of her head after she had finished her first bite and eyed the red juice that she was also extremely excited to try.
he tells me about the sun,
and i tell him about you.
BASTIEN
