𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
Sooo, based on the wheel of this post, I made this drabble
Word count I got: 250
Paring: Devinedeath (Lilia calderu x Rio Vidal)
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“Visions?” The black-haired woman asks, her palms travelling over the waistband of the yellow robe as her chin rests on the other witch’s shoulder.
The smell of lavender and camomile fills the dark kitchen. The moon shines brightly outside, low enough to indicate the late hour without needing to check the clock. The divination witch watches its light from inside the house, gaze unmoving as the teapot lets out a hissing sound.
The gray-haired woman’s hands grip the counter tightly, fingertips white with strength. Her mind is elsewhere, still trapped in dreamland even after waking.
If asked, she wouldn’t be able to tell you how long it’s been since she has been out of bed.
“Lilia?” Rio whispers, gently turning the woman in her arms.
Death is met with big brown eyes. The redness around them is enough to bring a sour feeling to her stomach and make her take a step back, never letting go of her lover.
Lilia is lost in imaginary images, they flash before her eyes and blur what is in front of her. Her mouth has a paleness that Rio has seen many times.
Death hesitates, not daring to kiss her in the light of unknown visions. Afraid of what her lover might have seen, what it might imply.
“Was it me?” The question is nothing more than a murmur, louder than it should be.
The ache behind the words is what snaps the other witch out of her trance. Blinking, she seems to notice the woman in front of her for the first time, to feel the palm resting on her hip. Her gaze softens as it comes into focus, her hand instinctively travelling to the green witch’s cheek, trying to bring her comfort as a small, pained smile adorns her lips.
The gray-haired woman’s eyes travel over Death’s face, taking in the concerned expression and sensing the warm skin beneath her fingers. She pulls her in for a kiss.
It’s only a gentle encounter of lips, short and sweet enough that no more words are needed.
“Let's go back to bed.” Lilia says instead, finding the entity’s hand and giving it a comforting squeeze as their foreheads meet.