( she doesn't expect anything less from him. between keeping order and following 'rules'βboth written and unwrittenβmaybe vexani herself is the one that could learn a thing or two from him.
though despite the chastising tone of his voice, she knows that he would never be truly angry at her.
he can't. )
Alright. I will go β go and sit in my despair while I wait for you.
( at this, vexani pulls away, hovering above the ground and the trail of her hair allowing for flowers to bloom in her wakeβsmall and plenty, white daisies. she stops, though, a few feet away, turning her head over her shoulder to glance back at him. )
Promise me you'll come.
( hardly a promise he has to make, but part of the ritual, isn't it? )
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though despite the chastising tone of his voice, she knows that he would never be truly angry at her.
he can't. )
Alright. I will go β go and sit in my despair while I wait for you.
( at this, vexani pulls away, hovering above the ground and the trail of her hair allowing for flowers to bloom in her wakeβsmall and plenty, white daisies. she stops, though, a few feet away, turning her head over her shoulder to glance back at him. )
Promise me you'll come.
( hardly a promise he has to make, but part of the ritual, isn't it? )