for you, i am fragile. for you, i will strip off my clothes and my armor. i would tear the flesh right off the bone. for you, i am naked. for you, i am open.
@carminestorm At that response, Laudna practically beamed, a hopeful, sweet smile curving on her lips as she let Imogen take a hold of her hand, squeezing in return.
"I've no doubt that we will" she said cheerfully "this new life of ours, it is only getting started isn't that exciting?"
@carminestorm top of Imogen's head "I think. . . I think we may need to be more patient with ourselves, we've spent too much time surviving, not truly living, it's going to take a bit to unlearn that."
@carminestorm Laudna couldn't help but letting out a soft little chuckle, a brief respite to her otherwise solemn demeanor.
"It's quite alright, it is a very frustrating feeling, and expressing that frustration through cursing is as good a method as any," she pressed a featherlight kiss on—
@carminestorm Laudna nodded, looking pensive for a moment.
"Yes, I've to agree with you my love, it feels jarring doesn't it? After years of wandering around, of people chasing us. . ." she wringed her hands together, trying to find the proper words to explain her feelings "I can't help but—
@carminestorm Laudna smiled in return, eyebrows upturned in a sympathetic expression. She softly rubbed up and down Imogen's back, trying to offer some comfort.
"You've went through a lot, what with turning into a giant god eater and all that, it's bound to at least leave you a little sore."
She sighs. . . devastated from yearning for her love, as she ties the little flowers together with a pout.
Just when she was about to let out another long sigh, that distinctive sweet voice calling out for her makes her perk up insantly.
"Imogen! Hi!" She runs up to her—
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unaware , imogen returns with a basket full of milk bottles and some fresh bread only a short time later , happy to be away from the shopping crowd and back with laudna tucked away in their little spot .
“ laud , i’m back ! ”
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Making a crown out of pink peonies, Imogen's favorites. . .
She misses her, when will her beloved return to her arms. . .?
(She only just went out to buy some milk 20 minutes ago BUT STILL, SHE MISSES HER ALL RIGHT?!)