seaboard: (⌜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐⌟)
𝕘𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕤𝕥. 𝕝𝕠𝕖 | ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ-ꜱᴇᴀ ([personal profile] seaboard) wrote in [community profile] logs 2022-10-12 08:17 am (UTC)

[ Dreamily she smiles at him, lost in the pleasant haze. Briefly she does touch him, cupping his cheek more boldly to just enjoy the rapture of touching something warm and beautiful that she had been denied the right too so often in life.

A beckon with it, for him to join her in the hay. But only at his own discretion for her own fall back under the heaviness of themselves, above her head somewhere to press against the hay and feel the scratch and smooth of it against her fingertips.
]

I have not felt beyond pain in so long. How wonderful it is.

[ Of heart, of body, both ache, and for a moment as this drags her under - it is wondrous. It is so far away, drowned out like only the depths below could numb her otherwise. Her back arches in a stretch of tired muscles from dancing, pushing herself up a little, chin up, hidden of course by her veil and covering garments, but comfortable as she was. ]

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