"I can't describe you to you, but..." Erin sighs, heavy and hard. "...I'm not in love with Alice or her ghost. I love Daisy Tonner, and I think she can have her Spring, if she wants it. You don't have to be...you don't have to be innocent or blameless to be loved, my sovereign. You can't go back. That doesn't mean you can't go forward."
Daisy huffs softly. "Just wish forward wasn't so— unpredictable. I don't— don't even get how you did this, to me. Feels like you've pried open my ribcage and taken up residence."
Daisy, your legally not girlfriend is now blushing so hard the heat of her face can be physically felt, burying her face against your neck, and unable to talk.
It probably says something about Daisy that she genuinely didn't realise that might sound romantic enough to get that reaction. It also probably says something about her that her only metaphors for this feeling still involve violence.
"Oh, don't you— I'm just— mmm." Words are harder when you're doing them on purpose. Deep breath. "What does trying even— mean? What changes?"
"...Aside from Crabb and I having a talk she damn well knows is coming, considering we've had all the lead-up talks to it? Maybe not much. Maybe a lot, who knows. Could be that we don't work out and that's that, but..." Erin puts a finger on Daisy's lip, light and unsure. "...It'd be nice to say, hey, this is Daisy, she's my girlfriend, she could kill me and I like that about her."
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Daisy huffs softly. "Just wish forward wasn't so— unpredictable. I don't— don't even get how you did this, to me. Feels like you've pried open my ribcage and taken up residence."
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It probably says something about Daisy that she genuinely didn't realise that might sound romantic enough to get that reaction. It also probably says something about her that her only metaphors for this feeling still involve violence.
"Oh, don't you— I'm just— mmm." Words are harder when you're doing them on purpose. Deep breath. "What does trying even— mean? What changes?"
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There's a long pause, follow by a slow inhale, slow exhale, and a murmur of something that should be familiar, "And I didn't want it to fizzle out..."
She nips gently at the finger on her lip and then, before she can psyche herself out, kisses Erin far more gently than she ever has before.