[ The sensation of Sal's hands against her face, her jaw, is electric; Anathema can feel her skin gone ticklish and over-sensitive under the touch and she hitches a little laugh. It's been too long since she's been touched like this. Longer than she'd have liked; turns out the repeated near-end of the world keeps throwing wrenches in the gears in terms of finding some intimacy.
But. Finally.
Sal's aura is blinding now that she's so close, now that Sal's radiating and bleeding messy emotions everywhere. Normally Anathema wouldn't try to sneak a glance at someone's aura like this, but it's hard to block it out: it's like looking at the sun. She catches the other woman's offered arm. Feels like she's going to soar right off the ground again, except they're not actually flying. ]
You're going to fall asleep in your gumbo if you let me drone on, probably. But I'd be glad to.
[ And they set off again, towards the restaurant, and Anathema can't help but think giddily: thank god for that letter. ]
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But. Finally.
Sal's aura is blinding now that she's so close, now that Sal's radiating and bleeding messy emotions everywhere. Normally Anathema wouldn't try to sneak a glance at someone's aura like this, but it's hard to block it out: it's like looking at the sun. She catches the other woman's offered arm. Feels like she's going to soar right off the ground again, except they're not actually flying. ]
You're going to fall asleep in your gumbo if you let me drone on, probably. But I'd be glad to.
[ And they set off again, towards the restaurant, and Anathema can't help but think giddily: thank god for that letter. ]