@frostbitcs: “yeah — i know.” and she’s not offended because it’s not like she’s trying to hide it. truly, she doesn’t have the energy anymore. she can hardly manage to keep her glass in her hand, bring it to her lips. sip. she doesn’t remember when the liquor stopped tasting like fire and started tasting like home but — that’s fine. it’s easier to swallow than the lump in her throat. easier still with naomi there. despite their differences, she’s — someone who gets it. gets her. and tonight it feels like there’s very few people left who really do. so that kiss is welcomed, more than welcomed, and she glances up at her, the fire to her ice, thick lashes fluttering. “you don’t know how happy i am to hear that.” this is good. better. despite the liquor coursing through her veins she feels steadied for the first time tonight. “sorry — for coming over here out of the blue. i just… wanted to find you.”
naomi doesn’t ask. if krys wanted to tell her then... she would. she knew that. so for now she stayed silent. the mutant just wanted to help with whatever was going on with her friend and if all the other wanted was for her to be there and stay cuddled in the chair together than she’d do it. “ you’re strong , though. “ maybe it was the alcohol talking , for sure.
“ i’m glad you did , “ naomi said firmly as she absentmindedly played with the wavy golden locks. she enjoyed krys quite a lot. was it possible to care about someone so much ? someone they hadn’t known for a very long time , either ? time was irrelevant. naomi has known people for years and felt much closer to krys.







