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Hange in a tavern with their love and drinking wine out of the tin jug listening to live music, sitting outside. The sky is dark and clear, no clouds, no thunder, just the stars that mirror in her eyes as they look at her, the wine getting to her as she giggles and chuckles and the more she does the more Hange is falling for her. Her girl. Oh she's so beautiful under the stars, her lips are hot, her cheeks are red, she slurs the words as she whines about everything and anything. Their nostrils flaring at the Jasmin flowers that fall behind them on the wall of the taverns yard. Hange stills as she's leaning on their shoulder, her eyes setting down like the evening sun that shone in her eyes earlier that day. She's tipsy, so sweet, trembling under the chilly air as it's getting later but their arms and lips on her forehead protect her from anything that could harm her vulnerable state right now. Their heart is bleeding out of love. She can't bear the image of her like this, drowning in their feelings. They have everything they'd ever dared to dream right in their arms, under the pale lights of the tavern and the soft glows of the stars, with the music humming lyrics in the background that fit perfectly to what's happening to them right that moment.