[ There is a warmth to being near Ianthe's gifts, of something cloying, perhaps, like holy places, rich with power that seeps into her bones and turns her a lazy languid. Like having warm wine next to fire place in winter.
This was a stronger drink, tonight, unasked for, but no less welcome. It eases her limbs out, relaxing into her embrace. It was not the song of the Slender, not the sea's rhythmic push pull.
But it was something, something so sorely needed, nonetheless. She looped her arms tightly around Ianthe's shoulders and kissed the top of her head, before laying her cheek there. ]
I love you dearly, Ianthe. I will never say it enough.
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This was a stronger drink, tonight, unasked for, but no less welcome. It eases her limbs out, relaxing into her embrace. It was not the song of the Slender, not the sea's rhythmic push pull.
But it was something, something so sorely needed, nonetheless. She looped her arms tightly around Ianthe's shoulders and kissed the top of her head, before laying her cheek there. ]
I love you dearly, Ianthe. I will never say it enough.