The Dreamer was aware of that certain drugs could make you become. She didn’t want to change. The woman was finally becoming satisfied with who she was, she was gaining courage and even venturing to places Mati never thought she would go and a few she didn’t know even existed. It was a secondary thought and very too late, but she hoped that this wouldn’t change her forever. The pot was nice, relaxing and not what she had actually expected when thinking of drugs, but she didn’t want to be addicted and she didn’t want to be altered forever. Rikka eased her fears, calming the minor paranoia and steering her away from a dark path and onto one of a heavy gaze, a hungry stomach and relaxed mind. It was okay if she wanted to do this again, but it wasn’t if she had too and could not control the urge.
What she spoke of sounded lovely. It didn’t seem like the sort of place where anyone had to be afraid, ever. No one wanted to hurt each other, no one probably even thought of it. All day long they played? Nothing else? No work, no patrol. Well, it didn’t seem like they needed it, there was no one to worry about. Mati smiled into the eyes of the other woman, imagining herself simply living, laughing and loving as she had never before. It seemed like another world compared to that she had returned to.
“I think I would." Mati admitted with a hazy gaze. Maybe they could make a commune? So ready to leave all that she had created for herself in Crimson Dreams and those that loved her for such bliss. But then there would always be beasts like Corvus that would want to destroy it.
There was noting left to pass between them. The joint nothing but a roach of what it had been, and Mati didn’t even note its absence. She didn’t notice what was happening, couldn’t see the closeness or how it would seem to another outside the world the two had created. Violet eyes looked into the gold the peered through her so easily. It was the smoke that made her feel so transparent, and Mati didn’t even know how close the two woman had come until she felt the hand on her cheek. It was subtle, light grazing the soft fur the covered her cheek bone. Mati held the stand of fur, golden as aged straw and as soft as silk. Inadvertently she leaned slightly into the fingers that graced her face, not knowing what to say. Words were lost to the woman, and she could neither speak nor look away.
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