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🥰 something heartwarming (from this drabble for They Called Her Delilah) -
“Oh, Thomas!” A shrill, sing-song voice rang. Small hands clutched at his arm, pink fur tickling his arm. Lucille’s red painted lips spread in a large smile and Thomas had to blink a few times to recognize her. She stared wide eyed at his painting before drawing her eyes up to meet his. Concern crossed her features, brows knit together. “Why are you crying? This piece is beautiful! It belongs in a mayor’s office if I say so myself.” She reached into the pocket of her silk pjs and procured a hanky. “Here-”
His mind swam in a numb pool and he touched a hand to his cheek where tears rolled. “Thanks…” He took up the hanky and dabbed it under his eyes. “I’m sorry, I-”
“Why are you apologizing?” Velma gently punched his bicep and held a plate out to him with three slices of cold pepperoni pizza. “We’re your cheerleaders, remember?”
💋 a kiss or romance (from this excerpt from Sisterhood of Blood; I highly recommend reading the whole drabble ;) ) -
Whatever words Eliza had conjured up died on her tongue. Rosalind waited patiently in silence. Ready to answer her or help her. Whichever she needed. But instead of words, her soft body pressed in closer to hers and warm lips captured her. They tasted like burnt honey and liquor. A flavor that would linger in her dreams. She could still remember the last time she kissed her. When they were both so young and clueless. When loving was easy and growing up seemed like a distant daydream.
Rosalind let her go so she could cup her face and hold her there just a little longer. Desperate to cling to her like a honeybee in a field of wildflowers. Her heart stopped in that moment and she was sure she had died. How could one keep living after having your breath stolen?
They broke to breathe. Rosalind smiled down at her, emotion creeping into her throat and burning her eyes. She wanted to ask her to pinch her, hoping she wouldn’t wake up in one of the rundown saloons she passed through in her years of traveling.
However, Eliza didn’t smile back. Horror crossed her features, banishing any kind of joy that flickered in her eyes. She stepped back sharply until Rosalind wasn’t holding her, arms wrapping around herself defensively.