quarter past midnight

gold is the hand you press to her hip

oh darling,

She nods to him, I don’t think I ever had Rex mention it before so lmao but it’s there. The information, the strange way the Launceleyns continued to try and take more and more abandoned under their name in the sake of a power grab – because that’s what it seemed like. At the mention of Peter, however, he asks a few more questions that Rexanna can only shrug to at first. “I think she wanted me to be a Launceleyn.” She admits, though she’s uncertain. “To grow the family more? Maybe?” At the finally thought, she pauses briefly. It wasn’t the whole reason, but part of it. “Well, Bastien had asked me if I wanted to Ascend and I told him I would think about it. But after that? I didn’t want to be used again. I thought it would rid me of my magic, that I’d be useless in her eyes and a weapon in my own.” There’s a bit of underlining strength in her words.

you'd even bleed preciously

REXANNA