[ the intimacy of it feels dangerous. she knows that neither of them can hold onto this thing forever, that ianthe holds a hand that now has a little black band of ink soaked into her skin that promises her to someone she loves. but that love hasn't stopped her from craving ianthe's respect, desire, company.
alina's eyes drift shut and her breathing evens out, sweat sticking their bodies together as movements slow and stop. ]
Thank you. [ she mumbles it out when she has the breath to do so. maybe that sounds absurd, but it helps her feel better. wanted. ]
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alina's eyes drift shut and her breathing evens out, sweat sticking their bodies together as movements slow and stop. ]
Thank you. [ she mumbles it out when she has the breath to do so. maybe that sounds absurd, but it helps her feel better. wanted. ]