Along the Shoreline

She hates this, hates feeling fear seeping into her bones. It is not even a logical fear; death cannot come from this encounter, and she knows it. What then, if she will not face an ultimate sleep, does she find herself afraid of? Alas, her fiery gaze settles upon her dark Queen, and it breaks her to see the other woman so upset. Her features relax, walls coming down ever so slightly. Virgil the goddess is on momentary break; her mortal heart has emerged for perhaps the very first time.
Raisa steps backwards, and she sighs, stepping forth and desiring to press her forehead to the ebony beauty?s. ?You have done nothing wrong, καρδιά μου (my heart), it is all me,? she tells her. For good measure she seeks to pull her head back and press a gentle kiss to Raisa?s nose, a promise. ?I am newly abandoned by someone I thought I had begun to care for. It is hard for me to form attachments so quickly. I am not quite ready,? she tells her, honest and true. There is no denying the affection in her eyes, no denying the meaning behind her actions, but Virgil is a goddess with a mortal heart. It is her Achilles? heel, and it is not something she can get rid of easily.
She fears that Raisa will run off now; fears that the Queen will regret their closeness, and leave her just as Syrinx had. Although, something about this would sting even more. Syrinx had never been anything but the wind through her hair; Raisa was at the very least sand, something that she felt slipping from her grasp, but perhaps still tangible. Maybe, if Virgil was lucky, the woman would turn to clay.