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[princess_of_ida]

Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile.



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[energeia]

[ Kissing often felt like a memory game — not doing what was instinctive, but what she'd learned people liked, just like she would not get into relationships for love, but to follow some social rulebook. People would wonder why a nice girl like her couldn't get a girl or boyfriend if she didn't find someone. They'd pry and bother, and she'd have to work harder for things if there wasn't the availability of a selfless partner by her side. They only lasted for as long as she needed them, left when they got too comfortable and the honeymoon phase was over.

This place had been a constant challenge to that. Still, when Ianthe made the proposition, Robin shook her head and looked down. She took the other woman's hand as though she feared it was the wrong answer. ]

Not today, Ianthe. [ Looking back at her, she brushed some loose strands from Ianthe's cheek. ] But I could wash your hair, if you'd like.

[princess_of_ida]

[A soft exhale and Ianthe took the rejection far better than anyone probably expected. After all, she wasn't the desirable twin and one year of being sexually sought after wasn't enough to erase the many years of being the tag-a-long. There wasn't more than a brief pang when she was told no.

She brought the hand up to kiss Robin's knuckles lightly before straightening up with a nod.] That'd be nice.