@demonslaughtered / cont:
“you want to kiss me?” color the drifter curious. her relationships with people are few, far between, and incredibly limited. there’s bou who’s been part of her life forever; even when they drift apart they come back together. otherwise contact is just that. touch, fleeting but necessary for brief moments. klark is a more steady presence in her life as of late, which begs the question of how long this attention would last. she learned long ago that most attention directed to her is fleeting. not that letha can fault anyone for that. she is damaged.
a shoulder lifts a little, dark gaze curious on the healer as she nods slowly. “i think i would very much like that.”
it’s been a rough couple of days for the three girls, the sisters having been using klark’s place as a hideout once more. but the weather had turned harsh, and it hadn’t stopped raining for over a week --- leaving them cooped up. emotions run high, trapped inside with each other; listening to leila whimper and whine occasionally as the pain became too much, watching letha pace in worry over her sister. klark wasn’t used to being stuck inside with other people for so long. but there had been moments, fleeting but there, where she had found herself thinking. day dreaming. and eventually, the words had slipped out. she blinks bright blue eyes at the other, licking her lips as she waits; nerves swirling inside of her like the storm outside. the permission is all she really needs, feet crossing the short distance between them, hands coming up to cup letha’s face in her hands. klark makes sure to keep her movements slow, wanting to make sure there’s time to pull away if she changes her mind, but eventually lips meet with letha’s in a sweet but firm kiss; all of the pent up emotions and frustration going into it.
