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Jul 1, 2017 19:10:43 GMT -5
Post by seneca on Jul 1, 2017 19:10:43 GMT -5
[attr="class","bang"] [attr="class","bangimg"] [attr="class","bangtext"]Anya placed her hand over her chest when Saskia had moved away from her. It was irrational, but it hurt. She let her other hand hover in the air briefly, not wanting to pull the woman back. She sat up after that, hand rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly as the blue-haired woman explained herself. There was nothing but an uncomfortable silence with Anya at a loss for words. Fuck sake. There was so much to talk about, but she didn't want to deal with it right now.
Right now, she wanted Saskia.
Without another word, she was on her knees moving towards Saskia, leaning close to the woman's face. "It's okay," she said gently, kissing the Vanadis on the cheek. "I never said that I had better taste in women." Anya forced a smile, letting it drop almost immediately to rest her head on Saskia's shoulder. "You know I'm eventually going to drop dead, right?" It was a reality check and a much needed one. "What are you going to do if I kick it someday? Are your feelings for me even real? I am rotting away on a hospital bed outside of this game. Are you sure you still want this?"
It was the truth and she wasn't going to hide it away.
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Jul 2, 2017 20:44:39 GMT -5
Post by skadi on Jul 2, 2017 20:44:39 GMT -5
Saskia's confusion didn't lift when Anya moved to kiss her on the cheek, a drastic change from screaming when she had something similar. She realized, in that moment, that she might never understand Anya. That didn't mean she wasn't going to try. There was a warmth left over from where Anya's lips had brushed against her cheek, and it took effort not to reach up and touch the place where it had happened, as if to check and make sure it was real. Instead, fingers pulled around the blanket beneath her hand, and she remained quiet as Anya spoke.
She blinked when the woman reminded her that she was going to die, and Saskia was left with memories of the moon festival. She had not forgotten. She blinked rapidly when Anya asked if she even really loved her, a wan smile not far behind that faded by the time she began to speak.
"Everyone dies eventually," She replied, matter of fact. "You will die, and so will I. Maybe sooner than either of us want." She wasn't going to say otherwise; it simply wasn't true. She could not promise that Anya would live through this any more than she could honestly promise that she or anyone else she knew would. Lying for the sake of comforting even someone she cared about had always rung hollow. She turned more towards Anya again, reaching forward to let fingers touch the other woman's cheek, eyes closing halfway. "I want to make the most of what time we have. That's all I can ask for - if that's what you want, too."
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