b e x l e y
WE LAUGH, & IT PITS THE WORLD AGAINST US.
They fall into step so easily it might be a crime to look upon. While the rest of the world simmers in uneasy anticipation, chewing at their tight-strung leashes, she and Pavetta are disgustingly amicable, unworried that their synchronized steps are walked through a world set half on fire. Bexley bangs a slender shoulder against Pavetta’s as they start away from the summit and answers with an air of carelessness, Ten seems more apt. Underneath that dry humor so characteristic of Solterrans, it’s obvious that anger still lingers, an itch that can’t be scratched.
In the red light of the setting sun, Bexley’s eyes glow blue-blue-blue - the fervent wanting of an ocean, bright and bold. She walks next to Pavetta, simmering with feverish rage but casual as ever, with long strides and narrow hips swaying even as they pick their way down the slope and through pockets of crumbling rock. It seems that the touch of the Gods has set Novus to decaying. The world below them is shrouded in cold white mist, and through the haze she can see Solterra and almost doesn’t recognize it, pale and unwelcoming in the chill.
Who cares? Bexley manages to laugh at Pavetta’s question, even flashes her a shark-sharp smile. The world is ending. I don’t think it matters much where I last get drunk.
In her heard churns something hard and bitter, a sore craving for love. Bexley thinks briefly about the empty space in her heart that she carries around like her own black hole, about how Seraphina won’t miss her being gone, about how Solterra might not notice if she disappeared, and for a brief moment her eyes shutter their brightness, as if turning off completely. Her lips twist downward into a mockery of a frown. And then, disciplined as ever, she grins again and bats her eyelashes at Pavetta and pushes a shoulder against the Deluminian’s, open and flirtatious.
Lead the way.
@pavetta <3
