tiffany twisted

[Bexley]

" BEXLEY BRIAR "

Mentions of Lazslo has Bexley on high alert, nerves like open wires, eyes flashing restlessly over the plain, muscles tensing and untensing without a thought given to them. She is disrupted, overwhelmed. The memory of his death has not left her. Not in the slightest. Though Florentine is saying exactly what she wants to hear, Bexley’s mind still turns over with the image of his skull, and as there is another tug at the back of her neck, she almost forgets to breathe, oxygen wasting away in her lungs, vision blackening at the edges, her heart hammering a horrifically intense beat within each corner of her body. 

Florentine’s lips on her face are not a comfort, but a torment: still Bexley remains in place, frozen into place at the limbs. Her pulse flutters unsteadily. Heat races in waves over her body, subsiding and flaring up again. It’s something like panic, but also like love - the stubborn, ordinary kind of affection that holds the sun in the sky, that tells footsteps where to land - the kind that sticks her heart to her tongue, her hooves to the ground, the kind which she hasn’t felt in a long time, and maybe not ever. It’s not safe to be like this - so stupidly head-over-heels. Bex holds her breath as Florentine’s lips skate her cheeks, blinks slowly and with fear.

When they step apart it’s startling, all cold and breeze, like falling into an ice bath, a river with only black at the bottom. Bexley’s head is smoke-dark with a hundred unwanted thoughts. I’ll try my best, she manages in answer, voice cooler than it has been all day. With a step back she sways away, relieved, and partially disgusted, by the immediacy with which the knot in her chest loosens afterward. I’m going to go. You know where to find me - she smiles halfway, a succinct flash of teeth, saying just enough. Nice to meet you, babe. 

With that Bexley spins and disappears, gold melding with the incoming darkness.

@Florentine <3

love, space