M A X E N C E UNEASY LIES THE HEAD THAT WEARS THE CROWN
Her falsetto notes were what drew Maxence's attention to her flaxen figure, wondering how he had missed her among the water and vegetation. With a bedazzled blink of suprrise, Maxence flatly spoke the woman's name once again. "Bexley" he greeted, taking the opportunity to stride forth in her direction. "Hard at work I see" was his next utter, this time not deigning to look her way for fear of causing his innards to turn with both anguish and jealousy at seeing someone actually relaxing. Without invitation he slipped into the oasis beside the ledge upon which she reclined, a sigh escaping his nares and oceanic eyes whithering closed as the cool water rushed over his itching skin and aching joints, turning the crystal water sandy. "Seraphina wants us to solidify alliances with Rannveig" he whispered, eyes remaining close,d his voice drifting lower and quieter the longer he lay in the water. "She thinks a celebration of sorts would do the trick..." this he smirked ever-so-slightly, but still he awarded the idea some merit. "You're good at that sort of thing are you not? Organising?" the then prodded, for the first time since entering the oasis opening his eyes to find Mexley's eyes of a similar radiant colour. |
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