EVAPORATION

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[evafic]

Welcome!

This is my blog dedicated spesifically to my fan-fiction: Evaporation. ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Name: Oak | On AO3: Intrige | Age: Young adult | Pronounce: They/her. | Country: Norway | More about me, this fan-fiction, and my goals for writing it, below:

About me:

Relevant info: I am an aspiring author, currently writing fan-fiction to practice with the goal of publishing a fantasy series. I've been writing fan-fictions since I was a teenager, and stories since I first learned to write. They have always been my way of coping.

In depth: I am also a hobby composer, and write songs, play piano, and write lyrics. I can also draw, but rarely do. I am non-binary and queer, and blessed with autism and ADHD. I am an extroverted introvert, witty, socialable, and easy to laugh with. But I am not to everyone's taste, and can seem like a talkative know it all, or overly confident to some. I am also insightful, quite emotional but still reasonable, always curious and inquisitive. My life is dictated by myself because I'm on welfare, a privlige that isn't lost on me.

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About Evaporation:

It is very loosely based on a few characters from the Cartoon Network cartoon: Steven Universe. Most importantly of Ruby and Sapphire. I found their love, wedding and all they stood for to be beautiful and moving. But I wanted to make a human alternate universe(human au) of them specifically. You do not need to have consumed any media based on Steven Universe to read this piece of fan-fiction. Who it's for: Everything explicitly described, like; suicidal ideation, mental health, sex, abuse, and more: is for educational purposes, characterization and experience. If a queer Y/A wants to read about; heartfelt intimicy, mental breakdowns, angst, bullying, and adorable and deep romance; this fic is dedicated to them. Aka: Romantic hurt/comfort. My work is in no way intended as predatory. And any communication with my readers will stay strictly age appropriate. ──────────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────────

Plot: Having survived the foulest side of mankind long before now, she was hard to surprise. At summer’s end she met a girl alluring as the heavens, shedding quiet solitary tears. In autumn their paths cross anew, and she’s hard to resist. In time she learns the culprit of her sorrows, and it’s more vile than she could ever imagine. ──────────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────────

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More detailed plot: In a small town in northern Norway, late 2005, two broken teenage girls lead unhappy lives. Though they met briefly in late summer, it seemed but a mirage. Fraught with longing in the aftermath, they begrudgingly made peace with cold solitude. But when meeting again on a dark fall evening, the need for warmth tempts them like a moth to the flame. Even when it’s painful to dare, the mere hope proves irresistible. Are they able to let the shadows of their pasts go, to make room for each other? Will an emerging bond of golden thread be enough, in a world already proven to be cruel? 

History of the fic:

About ten years ago I impulsively started writing it, I was far less skilled in both English and writing in general. I’d dare say the twelve or so chapters of it, published under a different title on ff.net(now taken down) was mostly bad, with a few nice concepts drizzled atop it. About two years ago I felt compelled to try and do this story justice, as well as describing, documenting and processing my traumatic adolescence, and mostly happy childhood, my home town in Norway, and the people I met, places I partied/hung out, and not least of all: In honor of the stories I conjured in the name of coping and surviving the biggest traumas of my life.

As I continued writing it and familiarized myself with AO3 and its NSFW content, I decided to make something different. See; I found the works by others intended as primarily explicit to feel lacking, or disinteresting, and wanted to create something whole-heartedly meaningful. Because young love is as valid as; secure, established or old love. ──────────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────────

Content and intent: Spoiler = THIS

Though it has very mature themes, like graphic depictions of violence, underage sex, and eventual noncon, more spsifically a single negative depiction of it. It IS primarily a story made for teens, about teens. Though Runa having ADHD is mentionaed in the beginning, Sofie will also be autistic but doesn't know it yet. So they are written very spesifically for anyone having the same diagnosis' to recognize themselves in them. A goal I have with this fic, is to create sexual situations without sexualizing the characters. Everything explicitly described is more for educational purposes, characterization and experience. Elements of this story is autobiographical, especially their mental health issues. With this story I aim to describe the thrills of ecstasy and the fright of terror equally accurately and honestly. Honoring these three principals: To describe intimate content without sexualizing the characters. To make it heartfelt, and not just about being explicit. And to describe it romantically, more so than just sexually(aka: to entice the reader). ──────────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────────

Here are some of the other goals I made for this fic: Very light spoilers: - The strength of the human spirit to prefail despite all odds. - The validation of teenagers’ feelings, no matter how silly, intense or dramatic. - What childhood or adolescent trauma feels like. - How and when to ask for help. - How it is to suffer with mental illness, like post traumatic stress disorder, anxiety, depression and OCD. - How damaging it is to experience racism, homophobia and bullying in general. - What healthy love and sex is supposed to look like. - What the opposite does to a person. - What boys and men are supposed to act like. - What good and responsible caregivers are supposed to look like.  - What physical and verbal violence does to a young person. - Why it is always worth it to dare to love.  - The value of companionship in general, people need people. - That young people do comprehend, and have the capacity to do good. - That very few are inherently evil. - And most are either neutral or selfish in the face of mean-spirited social situations. - That all people no matter how evil, are complex and nuanced. - That it is easier to face hardships together than alone. And lastly: - That family is complicated, and parents/adults aren’t perfect. ──────────────────────୨ৎ──────────────────── Apart from the drawing of a kiss, which I made in 2025: I drew the rest around 2015-16, when writing the older version of Eva. I did not make the title, the cover, or the second to first drawing.

[evafic]

The epilogue for Act One is here! Big milestone!

The world is as cruel as it is beautiful. The vicious part she knows too well. But when she saw the heavens, gleaming in the eyes of a girl; she finally saw true beauty. And she sees that the girl looks back, and comes pressing on her cheek. Indeed the world is as beautiful as it is cruel, for letting her ever be without her. Enjoy Act One fully completed, with 322K words! Read it from the beginning, here:

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Act One: Epilogue ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Rating for entire fic: Explicit. Tags for this link: | Kissing | fluff | tears | comfort |

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With this epilogue, Act One is now complete. It has been a great journey for me, for over two years now, writing Eva. This milestone alone gives me pride, and I intend to complete what has now become a saga. Now, Act One will be trimmed and refined one last time, minor changes mostly. No chapters will be moved around or deleted. I plan on continuing to write Act Two and beyond as I work in finishing Act One.

I would like to thank: litlaunch my beta reader, whose work will now be vital as I refine it all. His support has meant a lot, and his feedback has been insightful. He’s much recommended. And also a dear friend and commenter: allhail-lordzuko who has been so interested in the project, not just as a reader, but as a fellow writer. It has given me great joy, to discuss prose and characterization with her! Thank you both!

[abbielauren2024]

[kjscottwrites]

[X] <- psst click this

[thatanonymousasexual]

Me lol

[lavenderpanic]

all of my writing is actually just thinly-veiled fantasy about being seen at your worst and still being loved

[brimstonebxtch]

FULL DISCLAIMER I DO NOT CLAIM CREDIT FOR THE ART.

I found it on Pinterest, thought it was funny and posted it. That is all.

My intent wasn't to go claim it as mine and I never explicitly said it was my art either.

(update finally found the OG Artist @mhuyo on twitter)

[nondelphic]

writing isn’t hard it’s just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea

[moninils]

And all of this at once.

[evafic]

Last part of Ch. 8. is up!

The world is as cruel as it is beautiful. The vicious part she knows too well. But when she saw the heavens, gleaming in the eyes of a girl; she finally saw beauty. And so it seems that she looks back, and comes pressing on her cheek. Indeed the world is as beautiful as it is cruel, for letting her ever be without her. Enjoy 300K + words over many chapters already. Read it from the beginning, here:

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 8. 35 The Plight. II ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Rating for entire fic: Explicit. For this link: | Mild sexual themes | fluff | homophobia | tears | angst | hurt/comfort | ──────────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────────

"The pit in her stomach grew. Her mother continued like she hadn’t said anything at all: “If she’s into you, then, well.. I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you being around her.” Her tone was so doubtful, but she acted so casually about it. As if her terrible words didn’t send a spike through her own heart, making her tear up in the darkness. 

Her emotional range was definitely still there without Runa present. It was mostly dark in the car, though her mother’s expression was clear to see. Still the mellow lights coming from outside felt comforting somehow. At least enough to help her feel somewhat protected while tearing up with fury and pain. A strong anger filled her, like a fierce bolt of light striking straight through her recent memories. It shot into her chest as well, she held her breath before sighing just to stop herself from crying. “You haven’t even met her, and you assume she is capable of..” She gasped and stuttered: “..of of harassing me, or worse? God, Mom.” She exclaimed tensely, just barely managing to keep her tears at bay. “I don’t know what she’s capable of.” Her mother responded somewhat sternly. Sofie tightened her brows, and let her anger soar. “Exactly.” She huffed. It filled around the knot in her stomach and made her braver. Or maybe, it was the memory of Runa’s kind soul that helped her along? “I finally made a friend, and you judge her that quickly? I get that you’re worried, but Jesus Christ.” She complained more loudly, unable to hide just how angry this made her. “Oh I’m not allowed to be worried?” Lillian barked back. ”I don’t want anything like that to ever happen again.” She continued in lowering sorrow. “She is most likely a lesbian, and she looked pretty strong too.” Her mother pointed out lastly, before sighing. Sofie lowered her head, giving herself pause." ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── End of chapter. No more on schedule.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[evafic]

Part 3 of ch. 8 is up! I reached 300K words!

The world is as cruel as it is beautiful. The vicious part she knows too well. But when she saw the heavens, gleaming in the eyes of a girl; she finally saw beauty. And so it seems that she looks back, and comes pressing on her cheek. Indeed the world is as beautiful as it is cruel, for letting her ever be without her. Enjoy 300K + words over many chapters already. Read it from the beginning, here:

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 8. 34. The Jolt. I ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Rating for entire fic: Explicit. For this link: | Very mild sexual themes | fluff | kissing | tears | angst | flashback | ptsd | hurt/comfort | ──────────────────────୨ৎ─────────────────────

8. 34: Sofie sat down first, closest to the corner of the room. The music started, with classical instruments and male opera singers singing. In such a nostalgic melody, familiar and warm just like she remembered it. Runa leaned against her shoulder beside her, with tired eyes she sighed and smiled gently. She was still exhausted of course, watching something together should be relaxing for her, Sofie decided. So she lifted her naked arm over her shoulder and moved her feet back, stretched them out behind her and laid down, pressing Runa onto her chest.Quickly female voices sang along so beautifully. The title cards changed, between red, dark blue and green.

Covered with her tanktop she assumed, her upper breasts and cleavage would probably be soft. A feeling struck her anew, just like it had when Runa fell asleep atop her in the livingroom. Making her belly flutter with glee. Somehow even her breasts had changed, not just to an instrument of depravity, temptation, or even pleasure, but also that of comfort. “I figured I’d be holding you.” Runa remarked amusedly. “But I just put you through yet another thing.” She answered gently. “That’s okay.” That thin voice mumbled back softly. “I know, but you must be tired, so relax.” She herself murmured and caressed her nape. “Okay.” Runa muttered gently, pressed her cheek against her breast and sighed.

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The last part will be published next Saturday.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[evafic]

Written by a Norwegian, it's set in Norway!

In a small town in northern Norway, late 2005, two broken girls live unhappy lives. They never thought they’d ever feel it, when heat and cold collide. But then on a dark fall evening, something finally changes for the better. And so the sun rises up to the heavens, lighting their way to better weather. Will it be enough in a world already proven to be cruel? Is this small nordic town ready for the stubbornness and naivety of youth? Can their families and peers handle something too beautiful to hide away?

A coming of age, young adult fan-fiction with a story that stands on its own. About all aspects of teenhood, viewed through the lens of both doom and delirium. How to navigate trauma, consensual intimacy, mental health, being a young lesbian, bullying, making friends, and learning the faults of parental figures. It's painful, genuine, potent, and beautiful, all at once. ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Want to know what it's like to grow up in Norway? Are you a LGBT teen or young adult? Enjoy 295K + words over many chapters already, from the beginning, here:

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(translated place names) Havetown of Streams county, 2005. ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Rating: Explicit. | Cover + full summery. | More info | Find tags at the bottom. | Read snippets from the fic, below:

THE VIEWS AND NATURE: ───────────────────────────────────────────── 5. 21: She turned her head towards the view, where a small white cloud appeared from behind a mountain. Floating so low she could see its shadow on the flatlands. She sighed hard and imagined being underneath it, looking up. A shadow of water would tower over her, keeping her in the dark. What if Sofie didn’t like her after all? She could get to know her, and not like who she was. Who even am I? If not how she appeared at school, apathetic or broken. Nor when she cried in the night, or even when she threw punches to defend herself, violent and terrible -  then who? If anything, it was who she was right now, wasn’t it? Asking questions, observing nature, making them laugh. The person Sofie would get to know, who she called and missed, kissed and held; it should be who she is right now.

She listened to the few birds remaining on this late autumn day, tweeting while branches rustled like shivering creatures. As she was fading inwards she looked down at her own hands covered with black gloves. A feeling crept up behind the veil, though she had it in her memory she had forgotten the feeling. Just when she turned fourteen and realized her parents loved her and wanted her to stay, this feeling had erupted within her for the first time. I am who I am, she had realized one night staring up at the ceiling. Blurring in the safety of home, soft beds and blankets, endless books and jokes amidst tears, long nights with one of them remaining in her bedroom till she fell asleep, they had doted on her. With endless dinners and tasty breakfasts so warm and delicious, filling her belly endlessly, finally she could let herself know it. They love me. Even still, Gardencity school had been difficult to deal with, in her newly found heightened state of sensitivity. Though a question had risen while draped in their safety: If they can love me, maybe others can too? The notion had faded so quickly between her fingertips, the moment that terrible prank had happened. Finally she felt it again, a more careful mindset this time, of maybe being worthy of whatever Sofie had to offer. To finally get to be good.

She sighed hard, gazed up at the panoramic mountains and withering forests. Observing the cloud drifting away so quickly. Rushing to be somewhere it could peacefully evaporate. She grinned and frowned her brows bittersweetly. Am I lovable then? It was hard enough to imagine being liked at all, just the memory of her gentle voice and tender lips made her stomach flutter. She closed her eyes, and fell into a nice warm place within herself. Would her tongue be as soft as the tip? Them rubbing deeply, twinning in rapid movements and dripping spit. She felt her spine quiver, her breath trembled at a standstill, by the mere notion of Sofie’s softness and warmth. She sighed long and hard as her chest expanded with potent heat. What tenderness awaited her, which she couldn’t even imagine?

“Hey Runa!?” Yelled Marion from afar, Runa turned her head around and looked at her. Marion bent over her little backpack, showed off a wide and flat chocolate bar. With three stripes of red, green and yellow on the packaging. “Do you want some Quicklunch?” Her enthusiastic foster-mother asked her. She nodded and smiled while she turned her body around, redying her hands to catch it. Marion threw it quickly, and she caught it with ease. Hurriedly she ripped the seams of the packaging apart and cracked off a long piece, put it in her mouth and bit down. Then she pressed the remaining long piece between her index and long finger, holding it like a cigarette. In her bite amongst the sweet chocolate, it crunched. Inside was a strip of crackers. She chewed while she looked at Marion and pretended to smoke the rest between her fingers. Marion laughed and yelled back: “Don’t make a habit out of that!” Runa smirked and frowned her face as if very serious, and nodded swiftly.

THE SHORES AND HILLS: ───────────────────────────────────────────── 2.7: A blanket of clouds covered the sky, though dark she could still see gradient soft shapes in variable density. Because of it the air was moist and lukewarm, the wind felt breezy like a gentle touch of a feather. She walked down the wooden steps from the door while looking up, saw the clouds stretch over Gardencity hill, at the very top she could barely see the contours of the tall and bulky TV tower. Numerous satellites attached to it made it seem wider than it actually was, she remembered walking all the way up there once during summer, all on her own. Reaching where the asphalt road and houses much like her own ended, and a narrow dirt road appeared with two tire tracks guiding her through tall bushes, and dense trees of all kinds. She remembered how the summer wind had rustled the leaves around her. Up there by the tower the view was wide and panoramic, the other side of town showed clinging to yet another shore, thinning out up another mountain. She saw the vast fields at the top, stretching until dense woods swallowed it. Sometimes she had daydreamed about frolicking on those fields like in the musicals, swaying her arms while dancing around. In the present while walking past the big oak tree she vowed to do that at least once before she died. She tightened her brows, and tried to remember the name of it. Burrowfields, no, Bergfields? 

She stepped on wet grass mostly in yellow, but some clung to summer and were green still. As she stepped onto the shore over round stones she remembered just how tall that metal tower was. Like a skyscraper stretching into the sky. Now it was cold and dark, the midsummer sun had sunken down the horizon, and soon enough when winter came it’d be dark even during the day. Commonly known amongst the peoples living above the arctic circle simply as; the dark times. And indeed it was, sullen and tiresome, heavy and cold. For now the sun shone, even if she had been inside all day she had seen it through the window. 

THE BUS STOPS: ───────────────────────────────────────────── 3. 9: She exited the fitness center but paused, and looked up at the sky. For it being mostly open, showing off twinkling stars; it sure was mild outside. A gentle breeze hit her, she grinned and sighed deeply as she turned, and walked towards the decided place. 

Amidst the darkness lit up by streetlamps and windows, she paused as a car about to pass the crosswalk, observing it stopping for her. Ahead was a mostly blue booth with a dull ceiling light inside. On the wall facing her was a bus table, as well as a small window. Somehow connecting the bus stop to the time of day always seemed so complicated, she had never bothered to figure it out. Below it was a wooden bench, at the most right sat someone dressed in blue and black, with a hood over their head. She sat down as far away from them as she could, which was only half a meter, and closed her eyes. Maybe working out there would actually help her? In a different way than anticipated, it seemed to be a place to feel good in, not just to learn to defend herself. Perhaps she could actually be good at something? She got that looming feeling of being watched, so she opened her eyes and looked to her left. In the warm summer sun golden hair had swayed in the wind, while bright blue irises had shimmered with tears. Staring back at her that blue appeared, now swallowed by shadows amidst weak warm light. Her round eyes were framed by pale lashes and brows. A soft nose was below them, so small and gentle. Her lips were full with delicate shapes, framed by a chin and jaw perfectly soft, though still defined enough to look elegant. Slowly she paused and looked at her, finally the details of her face came back into her life. A slim pale hand pressed her blonde bangs to the side. Even with the hood on, her fair face was still immaculate. That look graced her presence yet again, of wonder and tenderness. Her spine beamed while her stomach tightened in her nervousness, there she was again. The girl she was about to forget, from one moment to the next, suddenly there she sat in all her beautiful glory. Runa in her impulsivity started speaking, even when it was unseemly to do so to a stranger. The words simply fell out her mouth: “Oh, it’s you.”

THE CLASSROOMS: ───────────────────────────────────────────── 1.2: “Now go get your New Norwegian books.” He continued a bit more loudly. New Norwegian was the second official language of Norway. Some guy a hundred years ago traveled all across the country and gathered words from every dialect. He combined it into this ‘new’ language, a mostly written one not based on Danish. It used to be a jewel, and was part of a movement to create Norwegian culture independently from the Danish occupation. Now, every teen in every school had to learn to read and write it. She hated it too, reading and writing wasn’t exactly her strong suit. But she found it amusing, simply because the guy in question was a weirdo nobody wanted to talk to wherever he went. So he had to spy on them in order to document their dialects. That image had never left her, after Simon told the class right after summer vacation when she first started here. The subject was one of the hardest for her still. Movements ensued around her, of chairs, steps and groans, slowly she looked back.

The little lockers with everyone’s books in them were at the edge of the classroom. Teens gathered in front of them, opened the lockers and found their books. As they sat down, Runa stood up and got hers. She had learned the hard way not to attempt to join the space of the herd. Simon told them which page to open, she sat down quickly and followed his instructions. She leaned her head on her hand, and sighed, already feeling frustrated. Knowing what was coming already made it hard to concentrate. Time to feel stupid again. She groaned in a whisper, and looked outside the window across the classroom, at evergreens swaying gently in the wind. Longing for home one last time, before being thrown into it, ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Fluff | whump | angst | hurt/comfort | mental health | first love | Norway

[evafic]

Part 2 of chapter 8 is up!

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They released, Sofie’s mouth was slightly open as she panted gently. Spit had smeared around her reddened lips. They were both somewhat out of breath. “I was thinking..” Said Runa, then she swallowed the excess spit in her mouth. Sofie nodded and listened, seeming a tad unfocused. Still the expression on her face was enough for the hum to rise in her groin. She grinned and blushed, gazing down at her collarbones and cleavage nervously. “Uhm..” How can she ask for something, without knowing what to call it? 

Sofie focused up at her with mellow tenderness, lifted both her tiny hands on each side of her head, and started stroking her hair gently. She was so beautiful it made her even more nervous. Her heart beat so hard in her chest, and her neck clenched knowing she could be rejected, just like she kept expecting. So she closed her eyes and sighed, it helped a little. “Do you want to listen to music? And we can turn off the lights too.”  ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Rating: Explicit. | Mild sexual themes | fluff | kissing | The 2 next parts will be published the next 3 Saturdays.

[evafic]

NEW COVER! + EXTENDED SUMMERY

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Art by : The Faiao. ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── In a small town in northern Norway, late 2005, two broken girls live unhappy lives. Something changed when the eyes of skies, met eyes of fire. A cosmic mirage. Runa sure as hell didn’t buy it. With her dark skin, bulky strength and roughness around her edges, she’s already an easy target. Still suffering deeply from her past, she deems herself unworthy of living. To the dismay of her kind-hearted foster parents, her new smaller specialized school has peers worse than the last. In the wake of their cruelty, little joy remains. The flame flickers as it chokes, even after peering at the heavens.

But Sofie could never get over the eyes of fire. She's blonde, awkward and too beautiful for her own good. In the aftermath of the unspeakable, she struggles to cope. Even with her parents and little brother. Having switched schools from across town, shadows follow. The one grip she has on her own sanity, is an inexplicable crush on a girl strong enough to protect her, and possibly kind enough to want to. But the sky might just fall, if she dares to seek the fire out. Eventually the need for warmth proves unavoidable. Are they able to let shadows of their pasts go, to make room for each other? Can their families and peers handle the stubbornness and naivety of youth?  Is this small town prepared for something too beautiful to hide away? Will an emerging bond of golden thread be enough, in a world already proven to be so very cruel? ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── | More info | Snippets from the fic. | Rating: Explicit.

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[evafic]

Part 1 of chapter 8 is up!

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8.32: She raised her own hand to Sofie’s cheek, tugging some fair hairs behind her ear. “Man, you’re so good.” She added with lingering sulfur in her breath. “Oh well, you deserve it.” Sofie whispered and smirked bittersweetly with her teeth, her lower lip quivered slightly. Seeing it brought a rising pressure behind her eyes, her core pricked with gentle pain. “Don’t make me cry.” She herself jested further in gentle murmurs. Those dimpled cheeks flushed in pink. “We seem to be good at that, crying.” She joked adorably back, clearly alluding to her own comment in that school bathroom. 

She burst out into tired laughter, joy spread fiercely within her gut, rippling it with flutters. Sofie gripped her closer and snickered with her. Again their nose tips touched, she felt her breaths on her own lips. The laughter died down quickly, and silence ensued. A warm lingering hum, light as a feather, warm as the sun, it floated between them. So near she felt it on her skin, and so precious in this moment of utter serenity; she could indeed cry. Another time she relished in finally having her here, this moment, this instance of closeness. Observing that face with pink cheeks and bright blue eyes beaming with compassion, another wave of bliss emerged. She raised her hand to her cheek, Sofie’s lowered to her neck and stroked it carefully. Having yearned for this for so many lonesome moments, through the phone, moving through her day, knowing she was missed: It has all led to exactly here. “We’re cryin’ together.” She herself whispered and pouted against her lips. “Yeah.” Sofie gasped back in a smirk, before leaning in." ──────────────────────୨ৎ───────────────────── Rating for entire fic: Explicit. For this link: | Very mild sexual themes | fluff | kissing | tears | The 3 next parts will be published the next 3 Saturdays.

[evafic]

Chapter page: Eight.

8. Of Horizon and Sea

| 8. 32. The Lulling | 8. 33. The Savory | 8. 34. The Jolt. I

8. 35 The Plight. II | Chapter complete.

Her entire life her skin had felt like barbed wire, repelling anyone from coming close even when she wanted them to. Against Sofie’s touch she realized, the wire had evaporated. Her skin became what it had always intended to be; her own. In its purest form she could sense this wonderful girl against herself, softening by her touch. The loneliness felt like an illusion she had only now discovered. How could she ever describe herself becoming so mellow and warm against her caresses? What words to portray looking back at herself in the past so unaware, waiting endlessly in the grand illusion? The longing in the night, alone on the road, walking past that school; never knowing reciprocation awaited her within it? ‘Walk inside and  find her already!’ She screamed to her past self. ‘Go and be with her! She’s waiting!’ But she had been turned away, slumbering in sadness and self-hatred. Somehow now, that loneliness felt so foolish. Such lonesome convictions had indeed been false, somehow. The realization crept all the way in, rushing against her like frothy water, seeping into her every pore.

Rating: Explicit. For the entire chapter: | Mild sexual themes | trauma | hurt/comfort | fluff | romance |