#firesated

❝ There she is, ❞ Elise says, gesturing to Aomora with a delicately raised finger. She holds the door open for herself and Feylaine who, perhaps unfortunately so, has the pleasure of working with Aomora next. The Ruby Gem of the Rose; the talk on the street, the one performer the other girls had been whispering about on their way here. As Elise slides back out of the doorway, she lingers a second next to Feylaine and whispers out in a dry attempt at humor, ❝ Good luck. ❞

Aomora, who had been applying a fresh layer of lipstick in the mirror of her vanity table, has since turned her head to regard the pair entering her private changing room. It is too early to really expect anyone disturbing her, so she takes a moment to recall why she isn't alone in here right now . . . And then it clicks.

❝ Ah. The new seamstress, here to take my measurements? ❞ To say that the dancer's interest is now peaked, would be an understatement. Aomora's lips curl into a rather mischievous smirk, revealing her playfulness to the other ━ just in case the shameless elevator look she'd given her moments prior wasn't enough to drive that point home.

It's taken a while, but they've made it. Despite rocky beginnings and all the hardships they've gone through, Aomora has never felt like she belonged somewhere as much as she feels like she belongs in Feylaine's embrace . . . Her safest place, her place to recharge and just breathe. On her toughest of days, those arms have held her as Feylaine has seen her through to the other side. And Aomora is no poet, but her head is full of big words and grand gestures to show her beloved how much she means to her.

Because she does, mean the world to her. Aomora has taken her sweet time feeling comfortable enough with this fact, but that hasn't made it any less true, ever; since their first dance ━ or perhaps it was the second ━ she has been in love with Feylaine. Everything she didn't allow herself to feel, and the way she felt like a rope being pulled from both ends, finally she can put all of that behind and focus on the here and now.

Here, being the bed they've shared for a while now. The safest of places. And now, being the silent moments after a shared bath as they await dinnertime.

With Feylaine's arm wrapped around Aomora's middle, she relishes the Demon Hunter's abnormal body heat now more than usual. It keeps her from freezing as her skin finishes drying. Aomora's fingers lock around Feylaine's hand delicately, moving it up to rest against her chest where her heart is beating. She'd be content to lay like this for a while, but . . .

@firesated's voice is like the sound of rain softly thudding on the window outside; soft and comforting : ❝ You make it easy for me to be myself. ❞

Feylaine's words touch something deep within Aomora ━ it's not reassurance in the way she is used to, it's reassurance that she is a good partner to Feylaine. And that, in the end of that day, is what matters most to her. She just wants to be good for her.

❝ As do you, love. ❞ Turning around slowly, in Feylaine's arms, Aomora allows a soft and adoring smile to overtake her features. She goes to cup Feylaine's cheek with her hand, gently brushing her thumb against her cheekbone. Once again, words fail her. She looks into those flaming pits where the other's eyes used to be, and rather than finding them off-putting she finds comfort in them . . . Knowing that Feylaine is looking back at her, knowing that she sees her for who she truly is ━ her magic as well as her passion, it soothes the ache in Aomora that longs to love and be loved.

❝ I never want to stop loving you, Fey. I look at you and I see everything I want in my future . . . Well, except for maybe a puppy. ❞