REXANNA
I have late night conversations
with the moon.
Rexanna grinned to him in response to his comment. “Perhaps you’re right.” She hummed with a small playful wink sent his way as he offered the bottle to her. She was glad to take it, curious what kind of liquid it was and how it would taste. But she waited until she was done with her pastry to finish it off with a drink of the liquid, and listened as he spoke of finding Amalia’s shop. She nodded and looked out over the darkening world around them. “She’s a kind woman. Told me all about Longnight. If she hadn’t I probably would have tried to stay home instead of going to the Rathskeller.” She mused, glancing to him with a small sheepish smile. “I’m glad I went there, though.” She offered before tipping the bottle back and taking a big drink from it.
It was sweet and tart and held no burn and distraction from the alcohol she usually drank if it were a flavored one. And she was excited by the prospect of such an idea, to indulge in something that tasted like heaven without any side effects other than sweetness. And it had been such a thoughtful thing that she was a bit sad deep within that he couldn’t exactly taste the true intensity of swirling flavors. For a moment, however, she thought that he too might be sad about that as his demeanor changed and he suddenly grew nervous. Her head shifted to him and offered him the bottle again if he wanted it. And as he spoke of his worries, she grew somewhat concerned too.
She didn’t think it was a possibility, that they could be thrown back to where they came from. And she refused to think it would happen. But Bastien’s hand reached for her knee and she leaned into him, intertwining an arm with his as she leaned against his arm and shoulder. “I think… that if they were to do something like that, they’d at least give us a choice in the matter.” She suggested, head tilting up to let her sapphire gaze rest on his face. “And if they did make us go back home, I’d gladly go to Venice with you.” and it was true. If she was to return home, there was nothing left for her aside from the surety of destruction and death. And she had no wishes to return to it.
It was sweet and tart and held no burn and distraction from the alcohol she usually drank if it were a flavored one. And she was excited by the prospect of such an idea, to indulge in something that tasted like heaven without any side effects other than sweetness. And it had been such a thoughtful thing that she was a bit sad deep within that he couldn’t exactly taste the true intensity of swirling flavors. For a moment, however, she thought that he too might be sad about that as his demeanor changed and he suddenly grew nervous. Her head shifted to him and offered him the bottle again if he wanted it. And as he spoke of his worries, she grew somewhat concerned too.
She didn’t think it was a possibility, that they could be thrown back to where they came from. And she refused to think it would happen. But Bastien’s hand reached for her knee and she leaned into him, intertwining an arm with his as she leaned against his arm and shoulder. “I think… that if they were to do something like that, they’d at least give us a choice in the matter.” She suggested, head tilting up to let her sapphire gaze rest on his face. “And if they did make us go back home, I’d gladly go to Venice with you.” and it was true. If she was to return home, there was nothing left for her aside from the surety of destruction and death. And she had no wishes to return to it.
he tells me about the sun,
and i tell him about you.
BASTIEN
