“Do you love her?” Ghaly looked at her, and xer voice was quiet. There was no curiosity, no particulars in the tone. It was a simple question.
“Of course I do.” it was an easy enough question, it had an easy enough answer. So she said it. But it meant: “She’s the light of the sun shining down after three days of rain. She’s the tender night, the sweet dreams, the rested spirit. She’s the sweet breeze on the dead of winter, the promise of spring, the flowers blooming, the earth smiling, the universe spinning.” It meant: “I met her when I was seven and I have loved her ever since.” It meant: “She’s the best thing that has happened to me, and she’s been the road to the other good things that have happened to me”. It meant: “I know no happiness that can’t be tracked back to her.” It meant: “ She’s been in my heart for so long, I could never tear her apart.” It meant: “She’s been in my heart for so long, I can’t even tell her apart.” But she couldn’t say that. And so, she added “She’s my best friend.”
For @juliana-bailarina, who ships these babes hard.
[Description: An inked drawing of Halis and Seryal, from Theurgy. They are holding hands, looking at each other. Halis is wearing a long sleeved dress, with a 3/4 sleeves,button up dress with a lace neckline and ruffled bottom on top. She’s also wearing a long skirt and pants underneath, as well as a pair of boots with lace embellishments. She’s also wearing a hijab. Seryal’s wearing a pullover, a skirt, garter and thigh high socks. Her hair is up in two loose buns. She’s wearing an eye patch on her right eye, while Halis is winking with hers.]