mistletoe (lily), iris (rachel)
Mistletoe - “Kiss Me”
Alice looked to Lily as their eyes met. Her lips parted as she exhaled a breath of anticipation, her focus shifting from the redhead’s lips, to her eyes, and then back again. The demand had taken her aback, her eyebrows narrowed together to reflect hesitation. The girl took a step forward toward her, making Alice release another unintended breath. Lily wants you to kiss her, a voice inside her head woke her up.
She let a soft hand travel down Lily’s waist, slowly tracing it’s way down until it rested near her bust and pressing the redhead girl’s body against her own. Her other hand pushed her red hair away from her face and lingered behind Lily’s ear to shorten the gap between their lips. Softly, she pressed down against the other’s lips; bestowing her a gentle kiss.
Iris - "Your friendship means so much to me”
The Italian girl smiled at her friend’s words. It was a lie if Sofia were to say that she did not find comfort in such words after possessing so little friends throughout her lifetime. It would especially be a lie, if Sofia were to say that it brought much more solace to hear it from Rachel, her dearest friend. She sometimes worried that the competition for leadership would rip their friendship into two, but would often blow it off and telling herself she needed no friends. And it was true, she didn’t need them, but she did enjoy it. Especially with someone so complementary to herself. “As does yours.” She replied sincerely.
