[ All thoughts careen out of her mind at the gentle press of lips against her forehead. It should be comforting, an act that chases away any lingering doubts about their friendship, but instead it only leaves her with more questions than before. What does it mean? (Probably nothing.) Should she say anything about it? (She will, because she can't keep her big fat mouth silent.)
Her eyes are wide and her cheeks flushed, the cocoa in her hands completely forgotten by this point. ]
Lys...?
[ That single word is all she can say, too stunned to manage anything else. ]
[Staring at the wall, the floor, her hands, anywhere but at Annette, Lys breathes through her nose and pretends that her pulse isn't beating a rapid tattoo in her throat. Committing to that gesture meant trading one vulnerability for another, physical intimacy over emotional honesty, and she doesn't know what price she'll have to pay for it.]
I-If we weren't friends, I wouldn't have done that. Or wanted to. Or trusted that you wouldn't hurt me for it.
[Slapping her, shoving her away, opening up her face with a vicious swipe of sharp manicured nails. It's happened to Lys before, for much less. And she could accept it if it happened again, but she's glad—selfishly, stupidly—that it hasn't. Yet.]
But we are, right? We're friends. So...I hope you don't tell me to take it back.
[ We're friends she says, but Annette's not sure such a simple statement can excuse how red her cheeks are, or how loud and quick her heart is hammering in her ears. Is it normal for a person to feel her heart skip a beat when a friend kisses them on the forehead?? Everything about this island has truly warped her sense of reality, making it near impossible to draw a careful line between friendship and something more.
But if nothing else she knows she wants to keep Lys as a friend, that she wants to be able to weather through any future argument and come out stronger for it.
Carefully, she sets her cocoa down on the table and reaches out to take both of Lys's hands in hers. Her face might still be red but her eyes are hopeful and her lips curved up in a small smile. ]
I absolutely don't want you to take it back. I'm glad we're still friends.
[ Though there is a small corner of her mind that wonders just what kind of people Lys might have spent time with in the past that she expects physical violence from something as simple as a kiss. ]
Come here. [ Gently, she tugs on both hands and, when Lys is finally close enough, leans forward to place a chaste kiss on the other girl's cheek. ] There.
[ Apparenty this is what all the cool kids are doing now, friendship kisses instead of frienship handshakes. ]
is this the tag where you tell me annette smells like bleach and basement mold
[Latching onto the steadiness in Annette's voice, Lys nods to show that she's heard, setting down her own cup. Somewhere in between allowing her hands to be taken and held, she's suddenly looking Annette in the eye again. And instead of blushing and stuttering and losing her nerve completely, she somehow finds the strength to keep looking, blue eyes staring into blue.
When the kiss comes, she's too surprised to flinch, feeling something heavy turn over in her gut and disappear. It seems to dissolve all at once, fading before the soft press of Annette's lips—the light scents of the other girl's shampoo and perfume. These sensations sweep through her like a warm summer wind, seeming to fill all her hollow places until the only thing left is a crooked, slightly dopey smile.]
Thanks, Annette. For everything.
yeah, she smells like pool chlorine and a month-old cut of beef
[ It would be stupid to think that all of their problems have magically disappeared with this reaffirmation of their friendship, but Annette is happy enough with how things have turned out for now that she doesn't try to dive any deeper, content to smooth out any remaining bumps a different day.
She smiles up at Lys, finally pulling back her hands so she can pick up her cocoa and take a sip. ]
I should be saying that to you. I'm glad I met you, Lys.
[ Even if this island is a hellscape in so many ways, she's grateful for the opportunity to have met so many wonderful people. ]
Now come on, these pastries aren't going to wait all day for us to eat them.
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Her eyes are wide and her cheeks flushed, the cocoa in her hands completely forgotten by this point. ]
Lys...?
[ That single word is all she can say, too stunned to manage anything else. ]
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I-If we weren't friends, I wouldn't have done that. Or wanted to. Or trusted that you wouldn't hurt me for it.
[Slapping her, shoving her away, opening up her face with a vicious swipe of sharp manicured nails. It's happened to Lys before, for much less. And she could accept it if it happened again, but she's glad—selfishly, stupidly—that it hasn't. Yet.]
But we are, right? We're friends. So...I hope you don't tell me to take it back.
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But if nothing else she knows she wants to keep Lys as a friend, that she wants to be able to weather through any future argument and come out stronger for it.
Carefully, she sets her cocoa down on the table and reaches out to take both of Lys's hands in hers. Her face might still be red but her eyes are hopeful and her lips curved up in a small smile. ]
I absolutely don't want you to take it back. I'm glad we're still friends.
[ Though there is a small corner of her mind that wonders just what kind of people Lys might have spent time with in the past that she expects physical violence from something as simple as a kiss. ]
Come here. [ Gently, she tugs on both hands and, when Lys is finally close enough, leans forward to place a chaste kiss on the other girl's cheek. ] There.
[ Apparenty this is what all the cool kids are doing now, friendship kisses instead of frienship handshakes. ]
is this the tag where you tell me annette smells like bleach and basement mold
When the kiss comes, she's too surprised to flinch, feeling something heavy turn over in her gut and disappear. It seems to dissolve all at once, fading before the soft press of Annette's lips—the light scents of the other girl's shampoo and perfume. These sensations sweep through her like a warm summer wind, seeming to fill all her hollow places until the only thing left is a crooked, slightly dopey smile.]
Thanks, Annette. For everything.
yeah, she smells like pool chlorine and a month-old cut of beef
She smiles up at Lys, finally pulling back her hands so she can pick up her cocoa and take a sip. ]
I should be saying that to you. I'm glad I met you, Lys.
[ Even if this island is a hellscape in so many ways, she's grateful for the opportunity to have met so many wonderful people. ]
Now come on, these pastries aren't going to wait all day for us to eat them.
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