elizabeth does not deserve the woman in her arms, even she knows that, but when has she ever been kind enough to give up something like that? when has she ever been TRULY selfless? never. ❛ do you promise? ❜ there is no tease in her voice, a longing heard instead, as if she’s unsure that sally will truly keep her promise. her hands settle a bit more firmly in place on the other woman’s hips, elizabeth not bothering to show her emotions before the former junkie, to open herself up and be vulnerable. still, however, her forehead presses to sally’s, not wanting to lose any closeness they share now.
Elizabeth seemed to be made out of fine marble — strong and highly impossible to get to. Perhaps that was the beauty of it all, how emotions appeared to slip right through her - with little to no effect - while the reborn junkie… well, they were just too different. Complete opposite sides from one same coin and yet, this closeness couldn’t have felt more right. Sally needed it, a light shivering her body’s own particular way of proving just how much. “Would you believe me if I swore to it? I can see you — for what you truly are. And you’ve been let down, how many times have you asked for a reassuring promise?” Far too many, the addict could only assume… there was no lonely woman on earth who hadn’t. Her arms hooked themselves tighter around Elizabeth’s neck and then, the wet tip of her tongue came out to play as well. Softly, like the touch of a damp rose, it traced the vampire’s painted lips. “I swear I won’t turn my back on you, baby.”