WIP WHENEVER
open tag bc i have another wip in the works for wed :P
Her touch is a mere moment away but the Fade knows distance differently—Tofana lives and dies a thousand times in a thousand different ways while waiting for the eons unfurling between them. It's enough time to think, to wonder how long it's been since anyone touched them like that. Whether anyone's ever...
Never mind.
Neve cradles their jaw with an unreadable look on her face, palm warm, fingers cold. She smoothes her finger over an eyebrow, soft and slow. It hurts a little, but it's fine. It's fine. Sweat prickles at the fine hairs of their upper lip when she feathers over the fine skin above the arch of their cheekbone, and Tofana's' mouth quivers open when she follows the slope of their nose.
It comes with no warning, when they break inside.
