[ alina spreads her thighs, makes room for ianthe between them, melts in her efforts at sustaining distance because she cannot help but yearn for that kind of comfort and relief, for that affirmation and support. her arms settle around ianthe. her chin rests on the crown of ianthe's head.
she's quiet, trying to turn over the likelihood that ianthe is right. that she can be here for alina, that they can figure it out together, that alina even knows what that would look like. ]
Do you think Genya ran? [ she'd presumed it was aleksander, all this time. but now ... ]
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she's quiet, trying to turn over the likelihood that ianthe is right. that she can be here for alina, that they can figure it out together, that alina even knows what that would look like. ]
Do you think Genya ran? [ she'd presumed it was aleksander, all this time. but now ... ]