[ It's not a kiss of desire, or heat, to seduce her, it's to hold that hope, that prayer, that love against her lips, so that she does not lose it. Hope is easier for her, than it was for Ianthe, she knew. Ianthe's world was of brittle bone and unforgiving decisions and the cold eye of the world.
She cups her cheek and kisses her with all that love that spills like blood. Warm and drowning. Letting it pin her to the wall, to that bright and beautiful mural that soothed her own aching heart to just see, for one second, the sea she missed so much.
For one moment, she feels safe. Safe and whole and loved. ]
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She cups her cheek and kisses her with all that love that spills like blood. Warm and drowning. Letting it pin her to the wall, to that bright and beautiful mural that soothed her own aching heart to just see, for one second, the sea she missed so much.
For one moment, she feels safe. Safe and whole and loved. ]