Hotaru
She spins to meet the voice that breaks the quiet, and her smile is warm and beckoning, helping to cross the distance between them even as her eyes rove over the strange, beautiful new additions to Wessex’s figure. “As are you. You look beautiful,” she breathes, even though her eyes can hardly stray from the Wraith’s face to give the wings their due attention.
Her hand goes easily into Wessex’s, twining their fingers together as if the lacing of their knuckles will make it harder for the other woman to leave, might prolong their time together. There’s an ease that only exists because of her ignorance of the risks Wessex has been taking. It leaves her relaxed and soft in a way she hardly gets to be - seemingly in contrast to the lines of stress and weight that appear on Wessex’s face as her voice dips low. Golden brows knit for a brief moment - concerned - before they’re smoothed out anew as she is sufficiently distracted by the slow embrace that folds her into the Wraith’s arms.
Tilting her head obligingly to the angle Wessex’s fingers gently direct, her own hands don’t leave themselves idle. One arm wraps around the taller woman’s waist in kind, and the other lies flat and splayed over the expanse of her collarbone, right over her heart. Incapable of stopping the pleased hum in her throat as their lips finally meet, prolonging it as long as she can. Letting their lips part and retreat only to press back in, needing her fill before she can bear to part. When she does, forcing her eyes reluctantly open, the hand on Wessex’s chest lifts to gently cradle her nape. “Are you alright?”
Her hand goes easily into Wessex’s, twining their fingers together as if the lacing of their knuckles will make it harder for the other woman to leave, might prolong their time together. There’s an ease that only exists because of her ignorance of the risks Wessex has been taking. It leaves her relaxed and soft in a way she hardly gets to be - seemingly in contrast to the lines of stress and weight that appear on Wessex’s face as her voice dips low. Golden brows knit for a brief moment - concerned - before they’re smoothed out anew as she is sufficiently distracted by the slow embrace that folds her into the Wraith’s arms.
Tilting her head obligingly to the angle Wessex’s fingers gently direct, her own hands don’t leave themselves idle. One arm wraps around the taller woman’s waist in kind, and the other lies flat and splayed over the expanse of her collarbone, right over her heart. Incapable of stopping the pleased hum in her throat as their lips finally meet, prolonging it as long as she can. Letting their lips part and retreat only to press back in, needing her fill before she can bear to part. When she does, forcing her eyes reluctantly open, the hand on Wessex’s chest lifts to gently cradle her nape. “Are you alright?”
I'll tell you only once that if you don't love me now
you will never love me again
you will never love me again
