06-10-2009, 01:24 PM
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Her stomach clenched and knotted itself up at the answer of her sibling, Adelaida knew that the tawny women knew what Ade wanted to hear and she had chosen not to say it. It would have been a lie, but one that Adelaida wanted to believe in. For the majority of her short life Alexey had been her best friend and the time when they had been at odds had been the worst. It had been nearly pure torture. To reverse it and pretend it had never happened was ideal, she was nearly banking on it, but Alexey wouldn’t let her have it. Alexey had to be a realist. Adelaida stood there, listening to her sister proclaim they could try, but Adelaida wasn’t quite sure she could put in the effort without guaranteed results. It had just all been so messy and unsavory up until now, she needed results.
Then that physical contact, the touch she had been craving for so long, came. The simple nuzzle, hesitant perhaps, but it was there none the less. Adelaida could feel the spell breaking, the cloud lifting, and a million other cliché feelings flow through her at once and she let herself lean into Alexey. The closer they became the closer Ade wanted to be, it had been too long that she had been deprived of the comfort her sister provided. At first it was frantic, nuzzling her back, but then exhausted and spent she just leaned into her, resting her weight against Alexey’s shoulder, her head resting on the back of her sister’s neck. “I love you Lexey. I’m so sorry.” And she just stood like that, and would for as long as Alexey would let her.
Her stomach clenched and knotted itself up at the answer of her sibling, Adelaida knew that the tawny women knew what Ade wanted to hear and she had chosen not to say it. It would have been a lie, but one that Adelaida wanted to believe in. For the majority of her short life Alexey had been her best friend and the time when they had been at odds had been the worst. It had been nearly pure torture. To reverse it and pretend it had never happened was ideal, she was nearly banking on it, but Alexey wouldn’t let her have it. Alexey had to be a realist. Adelaida stood there, listening to her sister proclaim they could try, but Adelaida wasn’t quite sure she could put in the effort without guaranteed results. It had just all been so messy and unsavory up until now, she needed results.
Then that physical contact, the touch she had been craving for so long, came. The simple nuzzle, hesitant perhaps, but it was there none the less. Adelaida could feel the spell breaking, the cloud lifting, and a million other cliché feelings flow through her at once and she let herself lean into Alexey. The closer they became the closer Ade wanted to be, it had been too long that she had been deprived of the comfort her sister provided. At first it was frantic, nuzzling her back, but then exhausted and spent she just leaned into her, resting her weight against Alexey’s shoulder, her head resting on the back of her sister’s neck. “I love you Lexey. I’m so sorry.” And she just stood like that, and would for as long as Alexey would let her.
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