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Listen, it’s been years since the two of them last saw each other, but it wasn’t odd to interact, the occasional run in part of their routine with their goddesses. But it still hurts, an old scar cut back open suddenly as she stares into the eyes of someone she still feels so intimately.

Tracker haunts Kristen like a ghost, always a few steps behind, knowing her better than she knows herself. Even as she travels in the Hangvan, she feels the old moon haven reach out for her, Tracker’s words echoing in her ears as she tells her she’s a damn good cleric but a shitty girlfriend. The wound pulses slightly as her lips feel bruised.

Seeing her here though, burns harsher, a place that feels so familiar yet tastes of undead and rot yet isn’t quite the same. The Black Pit was scarier, maybe that’s age or maybe it’s experience or maybe it’s holiness. It skews things like that.

The kiss still lingers, so many years later, the sticky sweaty air that clinged to them, the guilt that took far too long to deconstruct, the nerves that still alight every time she meets her eyes. They dance across her skin as she sees her in the distance and their eyes meet once more.

Tracker’s eyes glow, alive with the spirit of the moon and something all her own, and Kristen can’t look away.

It doesn’t take long for them to get tangled up in each other. A quick glance turns into something more and soon Kristen’s nursing another beer and Tracker has a fruity drink that’s so unlike her that Kristen can’t help but laugh for the first time in what feels like years. For a split second there, they are 14 again and desperately falling in love.

But Tracker’s lips are different, cracked and no longer soft with the innocent of youth and Kristen relishes in the feeling of something new in something so old. Innocent and pure and holy and wicked and sinful and dirty.

The next morning Tracker blames it on the drinks and Kristen blames it on herself and they pretend it won’t happen again when they know this cracked something old and withered inside them and it will happen again and again til one of them holds that old wound and lets it heal. But maturing was never their strong suit.

So they continue on in their awkward dance, accidentally running into each other in a way that feels all too purposeful.

Caught the beginning of CR4ep3 livestream but fell asleep during it.. so now I gotta wait until Monday to see what happens. But I did wake up with this image in my mind, so I had to draw it :)