BEXLEY BRIAR
Bexley watches her friend with barely-concealed mischievousness. Her sanguine lashes aflutter against the white flare of the sun, hips swaying side to side as she attempts to get used to the pinch of cold water over her skin. Under the swaying shadow of the palm trees, she listens to Eden’s voice buzzing with a calm happiness, lips quirked in a faint, roguish smirk. They are one and the same here - friends made quickly but for good reason. Bexley relishes in their easy rapport. It’s refreshing to not think so hard about where to place her steps or exactly which words to pick to earn her peer’s respect.
Bex distractedly shifts the hair from her neck and, focus muddy, uses her limited telekinesis to wind it into a messy braid. Curls still spill out of the side to brush her cheeks. Usually she’s not so unkempt, but the simple pleasure of being around Eden has her a little less tightly wound than usual. And listening to the warriorress speak about Seraphina, and then, almost as quickly, retract her statement, Bex finds herself nearly as humored as she is surprised, having never been one to apologize for her own judgements. It’s not a big deal, she reassures her friend, almost snorting. I mean - I can tell you’re not like that. And you’re probably right either way. I haven’t really met her. Bex shrugs. Of course they’ve crossed paths before - at the meetings Max has called, sweltering under yellow sun - but never exchanged more than a few words, too busy bleeding or arguing to say anything of substance. Besides, Eden seems adept enough to pass her own judgements.
With a languid blink, Bexley dips her head to draw circles across the surface of the water as she ruminates on what to say next. We’re a strange group, comes her statement after a long pause. I feel kind of - outside a lot, like, too small, or not strong enough. Shame flushes her cheeks, and Bex’s eyes stay trained on the water. It’s something she’s never said aloud before, and now it hangs in the air like a physical fog, a slim twinge of anxiety moving across Bexley’s skin as she waits for the judgement she knows must be coming.
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