gold is the hand you press to her hip
oh darling,
She moves back when Jigano does, satisfied that Loren’s wounds and healing have worked, and she shoots Deimos a quick glance of a smirk once theyre settled once more and the battles begin. Shifts and magics, weapons and armor, and she shifts her parasol to settle while she lingers and Jigano murmurs to Aoife. She remains quiet, verdant gaze wide as she follows the battle ahead, watching ice become formed. A brief smile crossing her face at that, as though Deimos had any qualms when it came to ice or the cold. Though she doesn’t let anything on, doesn’t say anything.She simply watches.
you'd even bleed preciously
REXANNA
