‍ ‍ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 ‍﹠ ‍𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 ‍

a low hum, half-laugh. “it’s a disaster of a combination… but somehow it works, only when it’s from you.” is that a hint of fondness that can be heard? my, my. she drags her thumbs up the line of ciri’s spine again, slower this ⠀ ⠀˟

amara’s fingers pause against ciri’s skin, her smile curling slow and deliberate as their eyes meet. “obvious?” she repeats, voice dropping into something velvety. “oh, i don’t do subtle when i mean something.” her thumb traces a light ⠀ ⠀˟

“bold and delusional,” she mutters, though the faint curl at her lips gives her away. “truth isn’t usually something you dress up in a pout.” her hands work lower along the tight seam of ciri’s spine, thumbs digging in just so. a ⠀˟

amara lets out a soft sigh, one hand lifting to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she watches that pout form. “oh, hush,” she murmurs, amusement softening her tone. “i’m joking.” she steps closer, tapping a finger ⠀˟