[the reaction surprises her somewhat, but in the opposite direction of what she was potentially expecting. to have it so readily accepted and longed for, the choice is easy. like she told her - she's got her. freeing one of her hands, she brings it up to Demona's face, thumb stroking her cheekbone, and smiles.]
Of course I'll stay.
[whoever didn't, in the past? she hopes they know suffering. but her in the now, she raises herself a little so she can brush another kiss across the gargoyle's lips. sweet, unhurried. if the burning compulsions in her brain don't command she savage her lover into meat, then she'll enjoy it all dimmed to murmurs, and live in the moment.]
[When Fever strokes her cheek, she'll find it wet with a stray tear. Not even Demona realizes it's there.]
Thank you.
[Fever can't know how long it's been since Demona has uttered those two words in that order with any sincerity. How long since she felt gratitude or any other emotion outside of fear and rage for long enough to find some solace. Fever's unhurried kiss meets no resistance, but Demona doesn't move to deepen it either, rather she lets it wash over her, accepting it for the sweet comfort it is. For once, she lets herself believe that this kindness won't put her into debt.]
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Date: 2024-01-14 10:42 pm (UTC)Of course I'll stay.
[whoever didn't, in the past? she hopes they know suffering. but her in the now, she raises herself a little so she can brush another kiss across the gargoyle's lips. sweet, unhurried. if the burning compulsions in her brain don't command she savage her lover into meat, then she'll enjoy it all dimmed to murmurs, and live in the moment.]
probably can fade the scene from here? Maybe we say they cuddled after.
Date: 2024-01-19 03:35 pm (UTC)Thank you.
[Fever can't know how long it's been since Demona has uttered those two words in that order with any sincerity. How long since she felt gratitude or any other emotion outside of fear and rage for long enough to find some solace. Fever's unhurried kiss meets no resistance, but Demona doesn't move to deepen it either, rather she lets it wash over her, accepting it for the sweet comfort it is. For once, she lets herself believe that this kindness won't put her into debt.]