[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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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.
zesty