[It was a long moment that Ianthe looked down at that hand. The offer. And maybe she misread it, or maybe she didn't care and just wanted to feel something other than numb or existential dread for a moment. Maybe, maybe, maybe... it was just self-delusion that gave her the push.
Ianthe's flesh hand came to a rest on Robin's, fingers curling between those of the other woman's. Then she twisted her torso, bone hand coming to Robin's cheek to tilt her head up as she leaned down to press their lips together.]
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Ianthe's flesh hand came to a rest on Robin's, fingers curling between those of the other woman's. Then she twisted her torso, bone hand coming to Robin's cheek to tilt her head up as she leaned down to press their lips together.]