high hopes

Rexanna flashed him a knowing look as he spoke of sore things being worthwhile before she laughed quietly to herself. Yet as she egged him on, she leaned against the surface of where she had just posed for him – her hands idly tracing the cloth he had used to keep her warm despite the chill in the church. Her eyes flashed to him with a tilted head as he asked her what she would like – and she made a face to ponder just exactly what. “Gold.” She hummed with a charming grin. “I absolutely love gold.” Yet her eyes lingered while he tapped his cheekbone and she idly chewed on her lip, watching his lips as his mouth formed the words that dripped in his own unique accent. A smirk crossing her own features as she lifted a hand to run through her hair – still mostly nude but leaving a few things hidden. “You flatter me so.” She spoke with her honeyed tone, her eyes flashing back to him with a grin. “But I don’t think I could compare to Safrin, do you flatter her too?” She questioned with a more curious look. She didn’t know much of Safrin – hadn’t met the goddess at all, but she did appreciate Frey and their words of wisdom for the direction her life was heading. She wondered deep down if perhaps she had met Safrin that day if things would have ended differently – if she’d still be punishing herself over and over again due to circumstances she couldn’t prevent. If she’d still walk among the rest of them with that brand on her collarbone. RexannA you are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs you are haunted like every holy thing.

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