       ( if there is one selfish thing you’ve allowed yourself, it’s the smile she brings you )
        “ sabine. ” her voice trembles more now. scourge is a sickness all may be rid of save her --- save the one which holds healing in her hands like hope. like it’s all she needs. tired is the smile which curves at her lips and she takes the other woman’s hands in hers. presses a kiss against knuckles which have seen more fight than any young soul should ( but then again --- what are they but old souls born into bodies strong enough to push on ? )
        oracle is tired. inside she feels her bones cracking, every darkness pulled from beneath the flesh buried in her own so others could shine. it wasn’t fair to fall in love when her end was spelled out in the stars. it wasn’t fair. but those weren’t the words she wanted to say. she needed something feather light, something soft ( like her mouth across sabine’s knuckles, like her fingertips pressed into her palm )
       “ have i ever told you how much you mean to me? ” / @slainphoenix
