@purebluds ASKED, [ 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 ] 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒚𝒂 <𝟑
𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓’𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, the feeling bordering on unfamiliar now. the soft touch of skin against her cheek, the warmth of it similar to the warmth that has always radiated from inside of her ribcage. usually, the others hand would be swatted away && a glance given akin to a glare . . . but for some reason enya doesn’t recoil. initial reaction had her tensing, has her flinching away only slightly before becoming more comfortable with the gesture. ( how can one live so long in the 𝓪𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 of affection, of genuine affection, && not crumble into loneliness? she won’t admit it, but she has on several occasions. the love of humans was so fickle in enya’s mind . . it wouldn’t last just like they wouldn’t, so they put herself through something like that? ) ; ❝ it’s been such a long time since someone has . . ❞ they begin, but cut off toward the end. eyes peel open, purple irsis so unusual, to focus on the visage of the other. brows furrow for a moment, train of thought making features 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽 only slightly. ❝ why? ❞ asked quietly, ❝ why do you show me such kindness? mortals, in my experience, rarely show such genuine affection. ❞ that begs the question: is it genuine?










