REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Despite only knowing the young man for a brief moment, Rexanna finds herself increasingly protective of the boy as the night wears on. And the humor, the relaxing, Clemente gives is enough to relax her too. And she finds the conversation coming so easily that she can’t seem to stop the smile that blossoms on her face as he rolls his eyes. Ah, teenagers. “Good.” She jests back to him with a light chime of laughter, imagining now is the time the parent would typically waggle their fingers at their children.But he isn’t hers, and so she refrains. Content with the sarcasm and playfulness the boy inspires within her.
But after she lays out the tasks he can help with, he asks if they could stay here, and there’s a light frown that finds her face at that comment. “It’s too dangerous.” She admits quietly, glancing to him from the side as she rests her head on the palm of her hand, raking her nails and fingers through the dark hair. “We’re safer in numbers, and besides… We’ll likely be where Wessex is. Wouldn’t you rather be protected by the Wraith than in this little shabby place?” She tries to bring the humor back, but there is a small amount of fear within her that he won’t take it as seriously as she needs him to.
“Then when it’s over, we can come back here.” She gives a light nod, as though it’s reason enough.
