Then what, my love, we have this fight again a year from now, two weeks from now? How do we fix this?Kaczor's breath drew in sharply as she finally felt Ella's touch, all the fight and will to stand tall and strong gone as her fingers curled around her wife's, gentle, oh so gentle because there couldn't be any sort of pain between them this way.
Oh. The rumor mill, dishonor on both our houses,She tried to joke, through the tears, as she leaned her cheek over into her wife's hand, as she pulled the smaller woman close, hugged her close, because this was a language Kaczor understood, and she had been so restrained so far. The kiss was hard, desperate, it spoke volumes to the things neither of them could put in words, that neither of then could find the words for, most likely. Mostly it told Kaczor that they still loved one another, kisses like that didn't come from those who hated one another. Only love could have that raw an edge and remain intact.
You know I still love you, right? The person you think I don't see, that's a little too good at sneaking around, and easy to say just the right thing to keep everyone happy, that's never been truly okay with the idea of being a doting wife. I see you in there Ella, and I still love you, even if you think I shouldn't. Not a pedestal, not.. an impossible idea. A woman.
@Novella Tilani
10-31-2024, 04:15 PM
