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the softness becomes impossible to comprehend for a fleeting moment. it rearranges the atmosphere completely, making it something warm if foreign to veronika. yes, she has, if only to herself, admitted her feelings for nomad but the shift in the air makes it more real. —
— of skin that she could find, drapes over it like silken fabric, reaching and stretching around to feel in ways that had no dependence on ordinary. she goes where she goes, greedily taking in the softness of nomad skin, learning, committing —
stunt for a brief moment, Veronika looks up into her eyes trying to find and answer but her mouth dries out. leave it to nomad to read her better than anyone has ever come close to and it sets her heart into a frenzy of worry but also want. isn’t that what love can look like? —
— of a smirk while her hand wraps around nomad’s neck, “nothing.” she managed to say steadily enough that it could be misconstrued as the truth. “don’t think too much and kiss me.” it almost sounded normal but her heart was nothing but that. how do you make peace with the —
any other moment, any other time, Veronika would have fought and relished in the tug of war for power. But she cannot find it in herself. all she can think about it giving nomad all she could possibly want for the night, come morning she would curse her name to the —
— winds.
So she allows herself to be guided, deft fingers undoing button and zipper from her dress pants before she is raising her arms, shirt discarded somewhere that doesn’t matter. droping to the bed, she uses her elbows to hoist herself up, heat rising as —