@devilunboxed asked “can i kiss you?”
there’s a beat of silence between cruella’s words and the next—silent enough to hear anita’s sharp intake of breath, the surprise evident in her features. it’s unchanging, even as anita calmly plucks cruella’s cigarette from her hand and inhales from it. not a shot for courage, but close to it.
anita extinguishes it on the parapet they sit on and stalls, unsure of how to proceed.
“you didn’t even have to ask,” she says softly, eyes unreadable behind her glasses. her hand touches cruella’s cheek when she leans in to meet her lips. it’s tentative—boundaries untested—but persistent, brimming with a new energy waiting to be let out.








