7rings: harrow

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how do i not have any lesbian shitposts, i'm a sham

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[bonetiddies]

Oh.

[She doesn't know what to do with this - with the sincerity, with the fact that she's hearing these words at all. It's hard for her to picture herself in this light, as something worth reaching out towards.

But it's somehow not hard to understand why Vira would think so. She understands Vira a little by now, too.

She - will take the hand entwined with hers and bring it to her mouth, press a kiss to the back of it.]

You awe me, Vira. [She has relied so very much on her, her fellow in Despair. Vira never behaved as though she needed to rely on anyone in return. That she would admit to as much now is very precious.] And you are unnervingly dear to me, which I hope you do know. Whatever you say, I could never think your heart was weak. But I would do whatever was in my power to soothe it. As you have done, often, for me.

[chevaleros]

[ Vira is used to praise, unmoved by it—too conceited to care, really, except in moments like these. Katalina was the first person to humble her, her crew's captain the second, and now perhaps Harrow is the third.

Because unnervingly dear hits very close to her own feelings, which is not so unexpected, because Harrow is alarmingly easy to embrace and understand. Her hand and her face feel warm before she ducks in without thinking, inhibitions worn out by the week's effects as she kisses her, lingering for a long, doting moment before pulling away, as though in gratitude. ]

—Thank you, Harrowhark. If I've eased your woes in any way, then I'm glad. I know we're meant to indulge in despair, but perhaps it's not so bad to have some reprieve from it from time to time.

[ Is that counterproductive? Is this not its own indulgence? She'll worry about it next week. ]

[bonetiddies]

[She should be expecting the kiss - the moment is intimate, the words they're speaking to one another sincere - but somehow she is, anyway. She's kissed a few people here by now. It's outside her nature, to be so easy with physical contact of any kind, but the circumstances of their being here make it different. If it helps her meet her goals, and she doesn't mind doing it, why not? She has no vow of celibacy to uphold nor any great love waiting for her outside the grave.

It's a little different, though, to kiss someone back not because you think you may as well, but because you would really like to kiss her.

Still, she lets Vira draw away, smiling slightly, looking a little flushed but pleased.]

We are meant to do what we would like to do, are we not? So I think it must be permitted.