table © Alaine
ooc: D'aww. xD I knew you'd find use for that sometime!
Sylvie sat somewhat stiffly as Alaine shifted from her embrace, instead proceeding to clasp matching alabaster hands in her own. The gesture was less affectionate than her hug of sorts, and Sylvie felt a touch more comfortable with it. The two collie females watched one another from afar, nearly mirror images of each other barring the differences in pelt color and hair style. Violet orbs were lost to the emerald glimmer of shamrock gaze, betraying slight confusion. Certainly, she understood this was to be a tender sort of moment, but exactly how she should respond escaped her.
Sitting before her was the woman who gave her a new life, a new love, a new family. Who had rescued her from the cold, violating grasp of the winter's eve and ocean's lap, brought her into the warmth of what should have been her childhood. The valkyrie of her battlefield, Alaine was ethereal in Sylvie's defiled temple of life, though she was just as hurt as the moon-spun gypsy. Sylvie shied away a little as Alaine reached out to stroke her hair, and almost invisibly flinched as alabaster fingers traced the hidden marks of her life outside of the Chien Hotel.
Alaine's frown was certainly well-founded, but Sylvie still wasn't happy with it. The hardened lines of tissue lost to the overall thickness of kit-like mane prickled slightly under Alaine's touch, and Sylvie blinked a few times in response to the touch of a particularly tender edge. The ever present silence hung thick over the pair once again, the choking grasp not in awkwardness, but in heavy understanding, an acknowledgment to the weighty burden both now shared. The strengthening mother and settling daughter would certainly be healing together.
But then... what would happen if Caillen found out...?
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