[Ianthe waited. She didn't shrink from that gaze, didn't try to hide anything. It had not been easy, neither emotionally or necromantically, to do what she did, but her own suffering for the choices she made didn't matter. They never mattered. She would pay the price; she always paid the price.
So she waited for judgement to come. It was one thing for Gilia to say that she was wanted when it was just words from a distance, and another to behold the monster in person. Ianthe made no move to touch or get closer, even as everything inside her ached to feel her wife having been barred by the Sea-Father.
So she waited... and then, when invited, leaned down to wrap her arms about Gilia and bury her face in her curls with a shuddering breath, eyes stinging, as she had to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to cry anymore.]
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So she waited for judgement to come. It was one thing for Gilia to say that she was wanted when it was just words from a distance, and another to behold the monster in person. Ianthe made no move to touch or get closer, even as everything inside her ached to feel her wife having been barred by the Sea-Father.
So she waited... and then, when invited, leaned down to wrap her arms about Gilia and bury her face in her curls with a shuddering breath, eyes stinging, as she had to remind herself that she wasn't allowed to cry anymore.]