🪨 ; cadet !

Liliya was no stranger to clingy people, nor to handsy people. She was a saint, A messenger of god, it was more atypical for people to refuse physical attention from her. You were special in your affections, though. She didn’t tolerate your touch like she did others, she practically bathed in your affections. Having you on your arm was a blessing, she loved how you’d trace your fingers over the patterns of her tights, how you’d fidget with the lace which covered her.

It seems the doctors, however, did not appreciate how your clinging affected your performance.

After another bad grade, You found yourself being berated by easterman, forbidden to continue with your.. appreciation. He said it was because of your performance, but time didn’t affect your grade, and Liliya didn’t hurt you; he was jealous, you’re sure. Nonetheless you figured you’d listen, lest you end up like dawn.

Liliya caught on immediately.

You didn’t run into her arms, didn’t smother her with your sweet touch like you typically did. It upset her, had she angered you? You must tell her. You will tell her.

She finds you rather early on, pinning you down in the lobby, behind one of the reception desks. You think she might hurt you for a moment. You’re surprised when she doesn’t.

Not one for words, she simply grabs one of your wrists, pulling it to her chest and resting it over her heartbeat. Its pounding.

Worship your messiah, she’s waiting.