I Would Walk 500 Miles

If this wasn't love, she didn't know if she could handle actually being in love. Already she was overwhelmed by emotion, by feelings of adoration and awe; she had never believed in gods like many of the Destruction family did, but if she were to worship anything it would be the woman sitting at her side. She seemed so divine and perfect -- so beyond this word that it took her breath away. Even looking at her now, she felt invisible butterflies in her stomach, felt her head growing dizzy and her heart light.


She would watch with obvious nervousness in her eyes as Novel whined, leaning over to nuzzle her. For a long moment, she wondered if it was a sad sound; if maybe Novel simply felt bad for her, for having such feelings, and wanted to console her. But her touch was warm and comforting and she swore she felt herself melting into the short embrace. Novel would reply after a moment. 'I know I'm in love with you, Ara,' and instantly a happy whine would leave her own throat. Love was the only word she knew how to describe her feelings for Novel. Since she had come here with her parents, she hadn't wanted to leave her side -- and now the prospect of being without her was unbearable. "I never want to be without you," she would tell her quickly, shifting to pull her closer, still wary of the sleeping boys at her belly. Gentle kisses would be placed upon her neck, the sudden affection that welled up in her belly overwhelming her.


She wondered suddenly if this would change anything. Perhaps she would be more open with her affection toward her. Always she craved her touch and longed for her scent when she was away; but now she felt more free to show it. A happy sigh left her lips as she draped her muzzle over Novel's back, eying Hymn and Psalm now. They were her children as much as Novel's. At least, that was what Novel had said, and she certainly loved them no less than the other woman. "I love you." Ara would repeat now, more certain than before, letting a smile tug at the corners of her lips.