vex’ahlia allows this , stays perfectly still as the necromancer removes her mask. there was yet wasn’t a sense of recognition within violet hues. a certain something that was missing —— yet was still very present. hard to explain but not difficult to understand , she »
⠀⠀⠀⠀now standing face to face with the masked deity , emboldened by the closeness—the time spent separated , delilah is not shy about the way her hand lifts to grasp the mask in her fingers and ( pull ) it off to stare at the woman’s face.
the disconnect was +
« knows. eyes flutter close as a soft , delicate hand cups her cheek. naturally she leans into it. vex is about to point out that delilah had asked her not to come. told her she wished not to see her. but then she is kissed and suddenly none of that matters. »
the soft breath—like moan makes the matron exhale shakily. she’s certain that as a primordial entity , she need not breath and yet her chest rises and falls in rapid succession. “ i am ” she murmurs , stepping closer still as delilah turns.
⠀⠀⠀⠀a shudder , familiar as her eyes flutter closed on cue at the gentle touch.
there is a soft breath-like moan—delilah involuntarily leaning back against the feeling. “ you’re here . . . ” she murmurs , turning slowly to face the other.
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« aching to close the gap between their mouths. “ it —— it does not have to be so bad ” she sinks her fingers into soft material / flesh. grips delilah. “ don’t shut me out . . . get to know me again. ”
a single tear travels down a caramel cheek. brown eyes disappear beneath lids as they slip close. she holds to delilah a bit more desperately , afraid she’ll never get to again. she might not if the necromancer says as much.
“ but i cannot ” she breathes in agreement , »
⠀⠀⠀⠀to catch those glimpses of humanity within the face of a god , in delilah’s mind , must’ve been a privilege not many could afford. arms envelop her waist and delilah steps further into the matron’s embrace , her nose lightly brushing the other’s. the mage’s breath +
A sniffle, she curls up more under her covers. "She...told me. Broke the charm, and returned my real memory of our first night..." she said meekly.
"How could i be so blind...?"
it was difficult , to see those eyes gaze at her with such evident love yet absolutely no recognition. it was as if she was seeing her for the first time and in a way , she was. she wonders if the image will stay or if it’ll fade as soon as she leaves delilah. »
⠀⠀⠀⠀delilah might’ve not been able to connect the remaining pieces of the puzzle , be it the divinity that now cloaked her beloved and how it has rewritten all that they used to be , but it would’ve been a lie to say nothing shifts when she gazes upon the goddess’ face. +
« instead she enjoys this closeness , arms wrapping themselves around slender waists. “ i know ” she breathes , can see it. the goddess is acutely aware were she still a mortal , the necromancer would’ve fought this a little harder , for vex’s sake. »