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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
Bexley does not miss the way the girl’s eyes travel to the mountain beyond them - for a moment she thinks of looking but doesn’t. Right now the gods nothing more than a background thought in the vastness of her brain. For all her dutiful worshipment, Bexley’s love of Solis is not so strong that it overcomes her instincts in the way it does for so many else. And she could take or leave the rest of them.
She shifts gently to bring Florentine’s attention back to her face. The air around them is deepening with the slow hum of an oncoming night, turning the blues of the sky to dark purple, to smoke and starlight that beams just as much as it winks. Despite Bexley’s general distaste for the nighttime, she’s almost relaxed by the changing of the world around her. There’s enough light to see by but not too much to blind her; the wind has settled into just a warm breeze, ruffling the girls’ hair with gentle breaths. She inhale the scent of lavender and holds it deep in her chest.
The girl’s answer is unexpectedly sharp, and Bexley listens to it with a deep appreciation, her indigo eyes glinting suddenly with interest, a catty smirk lifting up one side of her lips. Ah, someone with spine. It’s been a while - the attitude Florentine is suddenly giving off has Bexley’s opinion of her increasing tenfold. She likes someone who will talk back, who can match the sharpness of her wit. Because of that, she doesn’t flinch when Florentine steps up next to her, doesn’t lean away, but doesn’t look at her, either. Let this be a battle, then - it’s what Bex is made for.
Some opportunity to stray her way - her eyes flash to Florentine and settle there, lit this time with the spark of recognition. Heat buzzes between them. A satisfied smile lines Bexley’s lips as she tilts her head at the smaller girl, curls wafting, and says, Caught me. Humor lingers as an undercurrent in her voice; she leans slightly closer to her visitor. I’m Bexley - Day Court - and I’m betting you’re the opportunity I was looking for. Her smile widens, warm and genuine this time. Miss…?
@Florentine <3
