[ That's the trick with this place. Or maybe just the way it is. They have to find little ways of pushing back. They have to find the cracks, the places where they can take space for them. Even now. Maybe especially now. There's a pause as she watches Cellinia and she hopes (wills) that she'll understand, that maybe they can find something in this dumb, horrid place and this dumb performance for just the two of them, no matter who ends up seeing this. She doesn't know what to call this emotion. Affection, certainly. Beyond that - who knows?
She leans in, up and she kisses Cellinia. It's slow and easy and perhaps lacks some of the fire they really want, but it's not for them. It's not for the character. It's for her and the woman settled into her lap. A bid to keep them both sane, a bid to express just what she thinks of her in the here and now. It lingers and then deepens a little, bit by bit.
If they want to yell cut, if they want to move them to another scene, they can do that. But Red is snatching this moment and holding on to it for as long as she can. Her grip tightens, her arms wind around Cellinia and she cradles her close.
The rest of the world isn't there for a few heartbeats. But she's going to have to come back to reality eventually. ]
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She leans in, up and she kisses Cellinia. It's slow and easy and perhaps lacks some of the fire they really want, but it's not for them. It's not for the character. It's for her and the woman settled into her lap. A bid to keep them both sane, a bid to express just what she thinks of her in the here and now. It lingers and then deepens a little, bit by bit.
If they want to yell cut, if they want to move them to another scene, they can do that. But Red is snatching this moment and holding on to it for as long as she can. Her grip tightens, her arms wind around Cellinia and she cradles her close.
The rest of the world isn't there for a few heartbeats. But she's going to have to come back to reality eventually. ]