#remke;

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⭐️ - for my muse to stargaze with yours .

It was fine, right? Remke had admitted interest in her. She was NOT the type to mince words. It was okay. Welcome, even! Yeah? Yeah!

Meiko reminded herself of all the challenges she had overcome so far. This was simple in comparison! Easy, simple, basic!

FUCK now I'm thinkin' like a kobold.

Okay, okay. They were already sitting close. It was kind of chilly outside. Meiko inhaled. Exhaled. Reached out and carefully put an arm around Rem's shoulders, loose enough to be shrugged off if she wanted.

"Stars are pretty tonight," she mumbled lamely, as if covering up her action with casual dialogue.

  Rem's dark complexion combined with the late hour had rendered her exposed skin into something like a living portrayal of moonlight. The high points of her face and the curvature of her lips were pronounced with an ethereal shimmer, and the amber hue of her eyes appeared as two distant, smoldering suns, half-lidded with contentment.

  She turned that face on Meiko, warm and soft under her arm, and smoothly took the opportunity to sink further into her embrace. Her fingers laced on Meiko's far hip, her own arms a halo of spotless dark around her fellow Viera. From so close, it was difficult not to notice the pinkish undertone of her glossy hair, or the indent at the mid-point of her collarbones, luring attentions further, down to a valley between swells of flesh, a heartbeat -- if only one could break away from those molten celestial bodies.

  "Stars are pretty tonight."

  "Aye," the woman purred, having adapted little pieces of Meiko's dialect, made so much more eloquent in her mouth, somehow. "It is not often I find myself surrounded by such beauty."

  She would not admit how deeply she craved this. Meiko was... skittish. She was pretty and daring, and so damned vibrant, and she wanted so badly to pluck her from the world's agenda. The children of man did not deserve her, did not appreciate the lengths to which she had gone for them. They might even be better for it, to save themselves for once.

  But that was not what Meiko would want.

  And so, she would wait. She would satisfy herself on tastes and hints. She would steal these moments of bravery, blessedly gifted only to her. She would remember this place. This moment. The stars. The being whose presence made her soul so neatly click into harmony.

  She would only have what she was given, and she would wait.

  The corner of her mouth twitched, ever so faintly, into a smile.

  "May I kiss you?"

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Casually taking engagement photos, nbd.

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Remke in her second-most natural environment.

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Weeks after Valentione's Day has passed, Remke finds a little handwritten note, punctuated with a heart: 'I will always be here to clean your dishes ❤️'

Rem pressed the scrap of paper to her chest and shook her head.

She had never felt so blissfully possessive with a partner as this.

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TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE | @lannamused​

  The oven was heating its surrounds to a swelter, inspiring a sheen on the Viera’s dark-as-night skin where flour and spelt took to clinging. She thumbed her eyebrow, doing little more than adding to the chaos of her appearance.

  “What’s that you’re making?” Tataru leaned forward, eye-level with the entrance to the behemoth stove’s window. “It smells like boiling pickled peppers in here!”

  Remke leaned aside to give her a more central position. “It’s a new recipe I’m trying.”

  “Oh?” The Lalafell bounced back on her heels, still having to crane a bit to look at the crouching culinarian’s face.  “What’s it taste like?”

  “I can only guess.”

  “I see.” Tataru paused, considering. “Can’t be as bad as Archon Loaf.”

  “Are you implying something, Miss Taru?” 

  “No, no!” She waved her hands, making exes with her arms. “Not at all, Remke! I just don’t -- er -- the smell is...”

  Remke giggled at her employer’s verbal fumbling, her diminutive friend always so terribly, terribly honest. Even when she didn’t want to be, it seemed. “It’s perfectly alright. I was only feeling restless. When better to experiment?”

  Tataru pressed her lips together.

  “I know this can’t be as exciting as running your stall--”

  “Ah, ah.” Remke rose to her full height and brushed the dust from her palms. “I could well have declined your offer. I am perfectly content here. Do not allow me to burden your conscience too.”