[ it takes a fraction of a second for the contact to feel safe. blake doesn't recoil from yang, but she needs a moment before she begins to relax into her touch, before sense memory is overruled by what her mind and heart are telling her.
she nestles against her partner's shoulder and chest, slipping her arm around yang's waist in return. she holds back the urge to say 'always' to that statement, instead drawing a deep breath and nodding against her. she's silent for at least two minutes, simply listening to the sound of yang's breath and heartbeat. ]
... I was twelve, [ she finally says that, voice not quite a whisper but quiet, solely for the two of them, ] when my parents left the Fang. When... when he got me to leave home.
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she nestles against her partner's shoulder and chest, slipping her arm around yang's waist in return. she holds back the urge to say 'always' to that statement, instead drawing a deep breath and nodding against her. she's silent for at least two minutes, simply listening to the sound of yang's breath and heartbeat. ]
... I was twelve, [ she finally says that, voice not quite a whisper but quiet, solely for the two of them, ] when my parents left the Fang. When... when he got me to leave home.