the first time cashmere crawford met astoria was in the hospital in the form of a gentle hand on a wounded arm. the nurse’s features held more than gorgeous hues, but peace- a feeling the woman sorely missed. it wasn’t long before a phone rang in the middle of the night, a smooth voice answering to comfort muffled sobs. minutes later, astoria becomes the first person to touch cashmere without watching the latter flinch away. it’s a miracle that her mother doesn’t understand- but cash feels more than she lets on. this woman is her saving grace, keeping darker demons at bay with a single touch.
they become fast companions, dinner on rooftops, days away from the busy city spent on boats with screams and laughter. midnight stars shine down with blessings, watching as healing takes place in a broken city. she doesn’t know how tori manages her; with breakdowns becoming few and far between, cashmere can credit one woman, and one alone.
it’s easy to touch her lips when she speaks revolutions into bones, awakening muscles and cells with whispers.
it started with a head on her shoulder, wet hair dripping onto hardwood floors, mixing with tears. tori never complains, yet holds with tight grasp the shaking frame of a scared woman. when she’s able to open her eyes again- the view is uncorrupted. she owes her everything.
when the sun falls, cashmere hides in a fully lit home. the chandelier in the hallway, of which no one is standing under, brightens several rooms with mirrors assisting the expansion. the woman is dressed in little, throwing punches until her skin is slick with sweat and knuckles cracks to reveal little drops of blood. silence is her companion, but she knows that will be broken soon. they’re good friends, and it’s rare for a day to go by without a call or visit from astoria. of course, tori’s early, something cashmere never saw coming.
there are a lot of things that have surprised her in the past year. tori, being one of them. a wildfire burning while you sleep.
a door opens and closes; a body slams against a wall, slides to the floor for a moment’s rest. muscles cry, but her mind s c r e a m s. a friend steps in and makes the world right again- her smiling bringing light where no star shines. rain falls outside- leaving hair stuck to her cheek, pushed by smiles and voiced promises. cash reaches up to brush away the blonde tresses, pulling her friend closer as the heavens roar.
they are colliding stars, pressing kisses to invisible wounds. a storm RAGES, and in the coming darkness, there is peace.
her bones have found a place to lie down & sleep. on a bed larger than what she requires, there is room for more than four limbs. movies play in the background, curtains pulled to hide the city lights. they laugh over comedy, then marvel over the final frontier. cashmere has always been attracted to the stars. she sees them as countless bodies, watching over earth like angels- with a purpose to guide the lost. popcorn & skittles are the only ones misplaced; several have bounced off chins & chests to fall on sheets and blankets. cashmere laughs as tori’s third throw has resulted in yet another failed attempt to ring her friend’s mouth with candy.
both women have suffered much, and in their life is triumph over pain. their laughter is PROOF of survival.
cashmere rolls in laughter, the blanket abandoned on the floor in favor of a food fight. tori’s bowl of popcorn is unleashed on the blonde curls of her friend’s - who eagerly throws them back it’s a battle until both are breathless from laughter. they fall side by side on top of one another- cashmere’s face tilted in tori’s curls.
’ —- have I ever told you that you’re perfect? ’ ‘
’ —- yes, but you can repeat it. ‘
a laugh is accompanied by a short kiss from cashmere’s lips to her friends, with a withdrawal only to stare into darkening hues. tori’s never complained over cashmere’s physical nature, & now it leads to wonderment.
she finds PEACE in honeyed whispers, tight holds of protection, & stolen touches.
PANIC is ever persistent- but held at mental gun point. rarely does cashmere return the favor of comfort, or so she believes, but everyone has a breaking point. details of tori’s past are little known, and cash is not one to pry. so she holds her friend in a familiar embrace, whispering sweet nothings and promises of peace, a fourth kiss is pressed gently against her brow, her cheek- her hair. hours pass and the two women have not moved from the chair, large enough to encompass them in its arms. there they fall asleep, arms entangled with one another.
they wake as the sun rises, with tori’s head on cash’s chest. tears by both have dried, and spirits have lifted with rest and attention. cashmere wakes her companion by painting kisses on her skin, small nips and gentle caresses.
& they will rise with the sun, declaring themselves warriors against devils, hearts guarded with armor & spirits that cannot be tamed. they are SURVIVORS, no one can hurt them now.
there is freedom in the air. the wind carries the scent in its gentle breeze, curling around the two women in one of nature’s many trails. the stars light the path to home, where warmth awaits them. but until now she’ll take her friend by the hand and thank her for all she’s done. there aren’t enough words in the english language to satisfy her desire- and so she takes the opportunity to express it with action. fingers find their home in blonde tresses all while holding her close. she can't let go now; there's no desire to. the only hope she's had in the past few months has surrounded her companion, who makes all things well with a single touch.
cashmere presses her lips against tori's, speaking the language of a thousand stars in a single motion that lasts a lifetime.
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