Trippin' on skies

Every touch is tantalising. The fae could lose herself here for entirety, blissfully savouring every heartbeat. She leans closer still, cutting through the inky water, the fireflies twirling around them long forgotten, and aims to run her tongue along the silver woman's cheek, gently stroking, ebony lashes fluttering to a close. Her heart thrums; a loud, steady pace her companion can almost undoubtedly hear. She doesn't mind. This moment, this singular period of time in which they are both in perfect sync, content to merely bask in each other's presence, is nothing short of perfect, and for a moment, everything fades into nothing and the world falls away, and there is no pain, no hollow ache in her chest, no piercing gold eyes haunting her dreams. There is only her and the water they are submerged in, moving together to some rhythm only of the two of them can hear. "I'd be happy to oblige" she breaths against the maiden's ear, a breathy chuckle, then simply closes her eyes and lets herself slip away.

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