Trippin' on skies

Thorne · (This post was last modified: 11-30-2018, 01:07 AM by Thorne.)

A feeling has seeped into her veins. It is warm and foriegn, and it equally terrifies and exhilrates her. As they part for a second time, eyes half-lidded with pleasure, panting but satisified, she can feel it settle within her gut. As her lover leans into their embrace, Thorne closes her eyes with a contented sigh, breathing in the maiden's scent and letting it fill her up with elation. Absent-mindedly, she aims to gently nibble the tip of the women's ear, staring off into the distance. As the day grew brighter, responsibilties would draw them back into reality, if hunger or thirst did not first. But for the moment, they were the only ones in existence, designed by the universe for each other.

This turn of events was a pleasant surprise. A very pleasant surprise. She'd come to make something for herself. To fix what had shattered within her and fashion something durable out of the retrieved pieces. And she still intented to, but healing didn't have to be done alone, and perhaps the process had already begun. Perhaps this warm, all encompassing sensation was her heart slowly beginning to mend. As the sun rose, Thorne glanced at the women curled beside her and uttered a soft "Thankyou". She spoke so quietly that she was unsure if Eislief had heard it, and she didn't eleborate. Somehow, the word seemed enough.

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