“there you are,” she called over to the other, immediately bringing her fingertips to brush over their shoulders and cup their neck. “I’ve missed you so much, you know it’s mean to keep me waiting.”
time was odd: important and not, days passed like seconds in the span of her life, and yet she found the minutes passing like hours whenever those she cared for were away. she had made use of the time she’d had to herself of course: cleaning the space she used to house her daughters, maximising the time spent with them in the park, daring to learn to cook a meal or two with her own hands. but her thoughts had always drifted, yearning for the adventure that only a certain person could bring.
“isabella made you this,” she lifts a child’s portrait of them into view, pointing out the features that only an eight year old could think to accentuate. the tiefling child had spiritually inherited her sister’s talent for art it seemed. “and of course, antoinette wanted to paint you something too. it is in her workshop, if you would like to stop by and see.”
cupping the other close to her, she rested her forehead against theirs and inhaled their scent. it tickled the back of her throat enough for her to remember getting a taste of them, engorging her fangs as she embraced the want to feed from her beloved.
“let’s get you settled down first though, here, give me that-“ she took their effects from them gently, and stepped away to begin leading them further into her home. “can I get you anything?” she called over her shoulder, “tea, coffee — something stronger?”
