( titanomyrma )

Rosalind’s affirmation caused her smile to widen, an odd warmth resulting as the other spoke. Alexia watched, thumb running along the length of the other’s hand idly. Her kiss had not been met with anything but content, a perfect response. Perhaps another would be too soon.

“I am glad. Yes, I have been well. My brother has been gone some time, but I do not concern myself with such matters. Not when you have been absent.”

    While it had been that this pair of uncannily akin women had indeed grown and watered the budding oddity between them, there lingered hesitancy. More so out of the deficiency concerning experience though, which of the two, had been all the more evident in that Lutece woman. 

    “You think so fondly of me.” A comment that had retained varying tendencies, the more evident being gratitude and empathy. It hadn’t been a burden, for just as much thought and heart had been entangled in the blonde as it was for the field (if not, slightly less)– but there would always be unease. It was simply in her nature. “Comforting now that I’m back where I’m familiar.”