ashe pulls away slowly after some time, savoring the moment as her own form of reconciliation. nothing more . . . but she always ends up wanting more.
her hand raises to remove her hat, setting it aside. then she leans in to rest her +
despite the decades between, everything about kissing him still feels the same. the familiarity draws her in as if she hadn't been so angry and bitter with him for years, silently yearning and only blaming him. never herself.
eyebrow raised as his smile stayed onto his face, sinking into her touch yet maintaining his composure. staring at her with so much curiosity. breath hitched eyes widened, as she leaned in.