( titanomyrma ):

Oh, how she had missed the Lutece woman. Surely, time was an irrelevant construct for her but for Alexia, the days were long and lonesome - not unusual, occasionally desired, but always to her annoyance where the other woman was concerned. It mattered little upon her return, a smile gracing the Ashford’s violet painted lips. 

Truly, she wished to leave her mark, through silent words and gentle touches - unlike the clawmarks she had left her dear brother with. Yet was there any need, when she returned to freely to Alexia’s side?

“Rosalind…”

    The pair seemed to mirror one another with how they’d attributed to this unforeseen interaction: with fondness which no man might have the pleasure of experiencing. Though it had been far from physical, their adoration hadn’t been one to question. 

    “I don’t rightly know what else there is to say other than I have longed to see you again.” Admitting in a hushed manner before going on to clarify her absence, “I don’t intend to come and go so frequently but I’m afraid I’ve left that notion. Time between these periods certainly don’t assist…” Eyebrows raise to soften a composure that is now recognized as nothing short of benevolent. There is but a minor glance in her visage that reveals minor deliberation, should there be physical contact in this relationship of theirs? 

                                                              “I apologize.”