𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑. Remielle was very much everything she was not. Beautiful, smart, talented..the list could go on. The redhead would be lying, if she said there weren't moments she found herself staring at the pinkette that was currently before her--holding out her hand to her. Yet, the only thought she had in this moment was --but why would she? This thought isn't voiced, no. She couldn't. Despite the fact that, she could never see why the other was so…absurdly determined with the healer from another world. Maybe she felt that they were similar…Both not necessarily belonging where they were, in this moment, for one reason or another. She, lost to time. The healer? Well. Landed here, running away from her home.
Emeralds blink at the female when she speaks to her once more, pulling her from her thoughts. She realized she had left the other waiting. She hadn't meant to-her mind was running through so many, many thoughts and ideas. The corner of her lips curl upwards just slightly, she taking her hand finally--for the other to immediately pull her close, their bodies touching in this moment. Suddenly, she felt far, far too warm--and she was distinctly aware of where the pinkette's hands were. One held her right hand, the other--resting on her waist, impeccably tightly. Perhaps even a little possessive.
What Akila noticed more, however, was her eyes-beautiful rose quartz were meeting emeralds head on, completely unbreaking of eye contact. There's a smile painted in lightly tinted pink lips-her body warm and soft against hers. She starts to lead the redhead-a hum leaving her as she did. Noticeably, she was never too far from her body. And any moment she had to step away briefly--such as when she twirled the freckled ginger--she immediately pulled her back. Something about this dance felt far, far too intimate. More intimate than she was use to with Ennosuke…but she couldn't bring herself to pull away from her, at all.
If anything, her heart was racing--and her cheeks flushed warm. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum. Da-dum.
❝ R-Remielle… ❞ She murmurs, emeralds meeting her gaze. What did she have planned? What was going on in that head of hers, as they shared this rather close and intimate, sensual dance together?
@featheredpledge || 66﹕ sender dances sensually with receiver .