The amount of silence that passes between them is becoming tiring. Bexley is impatient at best, doesn’t like to go in circles; fun doesn’t come easily to her, not with her level of ambition and that one-track brain, always somewhere else, thinking about a crown gilded with red jewels, a feather bed, a husband with a well-known name and a lot of money. So, yes, this is fun. Except that’s not enough. Camdis is great - easy to impress, doesn’t mind her big mouth - but can he give her any of that?
Of course her only question is unanswerable. There is no indication he’s given her that he’s capable of any of that, the way some people exude their power like a perfume, but that also doesn’t mean he isn’t, leaving them both in this smoky gray area where Bexley is loathe to ask from. For a moment, watching him, she laments the enormity of her desire. If only this were enough - a man and a woman, and the vivid, overdressed green of the field all around them; the smell of new rain, the dirt wet under their feet, and the sky blushing its rich blue. But it isn’t. Bex shifts her weight, blinks serenely. Camdis’ time is running out. She hopes he knows it.
And if I have nothing to offer you? Oh - ! He does. The boy just keeps surprising her. A smirk flits over Bexley’s face, and a glint of genuine joy surfaces in that blue gaze, like something metallic underwater, being lulled and pulled, swung, slowly, to the surface. “Then I’ll leave,” she says simply; there’s no use lying. “But I’m sure you can think of something. I’d be gone already if I didn’t think you had something to give me.” Her gaze meets his evenly. He doesn’t need to know that she’s not totally confident in her decision, just that she is, indeed, expecting something from him. “Am I wrong?”
Don't disappoint me, she thinks in her head, because she doesn't want to leave, not really, not yet. Give me anything.
@camdis <3
