(she's understood, she thinks she does. cellinia hates it as much as the others does. who would want to stay in a precarious situation where they'd disappear at any time. turned to stone, left as statues to be found in any number of locations. it isn't easy to tell, to know where they might find themselves one day before they're gone. somewhere far away, until that day they'd return to this miserable excuse of a hell meant to use them for its own means. but that's fine, they have the little things they can take hold of. the emotions, the feelings, separating what confuses them for something that felt more comfortable.
or came close to it, like now. mid-kiss, reminding themselves that they ought to keep playing their characters. unfortunately, that's not happening in the lingering kiss and how it deepens slowly. the director is heard saying something "cut", but she hardly pays it any attention for the moment. let her have this, let them have this even if she feels that compulsion to keep going in how her suit mark burns from different whims than usual.
she relaxes, straddling the other woman who holds her tightly against her body. the heat of it firm, reminding cellinia that this is very real. that they're not in some dream, despite that wish for it to be under better circumstances for them to have met again. a kiss is a kiss, but so is anything else it might bring. they did seem keen on a break.
even if it takes her a minute to part from the kiss, a reminder to herself that she didn't want them to watch the two of them. though it was reluctant on her part, she must have struggled with that more than cellinia would like to admit.)
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or came close to it, like now. mid-kiss, reminding themselves that they ought to keep playing their characters. unfortunately, that's not happening in the lingering kiss and how it deepens slowly. the director is heard saying something "cut", but she hardly pays it any attention for the moment. let her have this, let them have this even if she feels that compulsion to keep going in how her suit mark burns from different whims than usual.
she relaxes, straddling the other woman who holds her tightly against her body. the heat of it firm, reminding cellinia that this is very real. that they're not in some dream, despite that wish for it to be under better circumstances for them to have met again. a kiss is a kiss, but so is anything else it might bring. they did seem keen on a break.
even if it takes her a minute to part from the kiss, a reminder to herself that she didn't want them to watch the two of them. though it was reluctant on her part, she must have struggled with that more than cellinia would like to admit.)