Nov 9, 2016
@rvdemption
Childlike glee, though far from her countenance when her surroundings are glacial and white, is easy here in Demacia, especially today. It feels like years though it has been the usual few months since she saw Fiora last, and frankly the carriage ride feels as though it couldn’t take any longer. Were she not still coherent enough for propriety, she might have badgered the driver with a chorus of are we there yet and how much further.
It doesn’t matter when she sees Fiora, standing by the gate to her home. She hops out of the carriage too quickly for the driver to even open her door, all but skipping into Fiora’s arms.
“I missed you!” She breathes, pressing a long, hard kiss to Fiora’s lips.
