BEXLEY BRIAR
my carnivore heart comes out after dark -
Against the darkening blue sky, Bexley stands firm and stubborn, and she does not bother hiding the suspicion that glimmers like white-light in her blue eyes. The stranger brings with him the smell of something smoky and acidic - something disagreeable and eerie - and the Regent’s lip curls slightly as she inhales it, though it would be imperceptible through the smoggy, heat-stained distance between them. She does not welcome him. She does not smile. Friendliness has not seemed appealing to her in quite a while, and even less so now that she carries a third the weight of the Day Court’s future on her slender shoulders.
The man approaches, and Bexley leans forward slightly to look him over with more sharpness. Something like surprise overtakes her. Are those scales, glittering light-green like a mask across his face and neck? He’s built light and limber, long-legged for speed just like she is, and yet long hair marks his white ankles and flows behind him, the draft-feather she associates with a much bulkier horse. Well - strange indeed. And when he speaks, she doesn’t find him any less strange.
A stranger to you, but not to this Court. Her voice is slightly amused but mostly bitter, venom leaching out from under her tongue. Bex’s white tail snaps irritatedly against her back legs. The sun still glimmers wetly overhead, and against the pink sky she is warm and dark, flickering with suspicion, gaze narrowed as she watches him and thick lashes lowered. Impudent of him to assume he has any power over her - that they are even on the same playing field.
Bexley continues, drawling, Are you normally this entitled, or are the stars just in alignment tonight?
@silas <3
