BEXLEY BRIAR
Unsurprising that Solis has decided to fuck up her plans once again - as if a million times weren’t enough. Standing at the edge of the oasis, dripping water that sparkles in the sunlight like gold, Bexley’s head drifts close to the ground, but her ice-blue eyes move upward, glowing from under a thick swash of lashes, to meet the gaze of the stranger who has just made his way into the area.
They have seen each other before, in passing. Perhaps a few words exchanged at meetings or an apology given for bumping shoulders, but nothing important, nothing Bexley would find worth remembering, nothing she can recall now. She struggles, for a moment, to think of his name. Hello, Bex finally answers, her suspicion only the littlest bit evident - she raises her head slowly, never taking her eyes from his, and then nods affirmingly at the water just under her feet. If that’s what you’re referring to -
She watches him with a faint smile, one that is genuinely amused and almost a little deprecating: it’s always endearing to see the awkwardness of the newcomers, the awkwardness of men, the strange, almost titillating effects of Bexley’s super-imposed confidence and charm on those around her. It’s cold, though. She draws a lazy circle on the fractured-glass surface of the water, raises a brow at him. Just a warning.
FINALLY SO SORRY @
