REXANNA
paint my spirit gold
Casually, she watches him as she speaks, wondering if she’ll get much of a reaction. But the way he’s cocooned up on her sofa, wrapped up in plenty of blankets despite not needing the warmth, has her wishing she could hug him tight enough to keep is worries and fears away. It’s a new world, but she had been lucky when she dropped in, having found Deimos as her first person. And it had been easy after that, having someone to trust immediately.But even she had been wary.
She hopes he can open up to her, feel more comfortable around her. After all, she doesn’t want or require anything from him. She hopes he’ll understand that, one day. At the mention of Bastien, however, her head tilts slightly, sending a dark curtain of hair to the side as she smiles. “Yep.” She offers, flashing the shining golden rings along her finger, eyes drifting to follow it.
The funny part, to Rexanna at least, is that when it comes to who’s the most dangerous out of the two of them, she’s absolutely one hundred percent certain it’s her rather than her husband. But she doesn’t alleviate his worries, instead, she knows he’ll find that out soon enough. And it’ll be easier then, when he realizes he has more people in his corner.
She gives him a wry smile in response to his own grin, head still cocked as she snorts with a laugh that wrinkles her nose. And she leans forward to him with a quizzical look. “Oh I’ve endured worse, trust me.” She winks, body shifting in a way that reveals the brand once more though it’s unintentional. And if he looks close enough, he’ll see a small amount of scarring on her arms, on her sides that are visible when the fabric lifts just enough.
