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" BEXLEY BRIAR "
Bexley’s not offended when he chuckles - she expected it, honestly - but still the golden girl flashes him a look of playful affront, brows furrowing, half a frown lingering over her lips, as if she’s truly disappointed in his amusement. He has a nice laugh, though. Offsets the general scariness of everything else, makes that carmine eye and that network of scars look somewhat less intimidating. Bex watches intently, trying to make out his expression in wait of a response, but he’s hard to read, and so she resigns herself to waiting for his laugh to fizzle out.
Oh, so I’m pretty? A beam flashes over her lips; she tilts her head at him, bats those lashes happily, nerves fizzling with pent-up pleasure. There it is, here one way ticket to earning the Day Court’s respect. No more discontent looks from Avdotya, none of Maxine’s condescending quips, no more just “Pretty Bexley”, although she can’t pretend she doesn’t love that too. Listen, I’m not afraid of a challenge. And now you can’t get rid of me.
@Leviathan yay let's end it here! should their next thread be a "battle" or a training thread before that?!
