elizabeth wastes not another second after sally has spoken, for she wants nothing more than to believe every word leaving the other’s lips. after all, the articulation tastes delicious on her tongue, head tilting with ease as her hands slide from the former junkie’s hips to settle at the small of her back. brows will furrow after a few seconds, and surprisingly ( even to her ), a tear escapes down her porcelain cheek; the countess is… HAPPY. ❛ you’ll stay with me forever? ❜ her forehead presses to the other female’s now, elizabeth slightly out of breath as she tries to regain her composure. the two women stand alone in the countess suite, but that’s how they like it. who else do they need when they have each other?
Was that a tear, wetting and carving a silvery path on the Countess’ cheek as it rolled? Sally knew what they looked like, for in her thirty two years of life she had shed more than her fair share of those… and god, did it make her want to kiss the living crap out of her. “Forever —— if I don’t get myself killed again, goodness knows my big mouth could use some taming.” The moment called for a joke, if only to help lighten the mood and make it more tolerable — for her own fragile heart’s sake, at least. Through sealed lips she chuckled, nose following after Elizabeth’s tear to let it become one with her own skin and wipe it away. “Now, you did promise there would be dope and booze.” Sally’s back ( covered in expensive lace ) arched into the other’s arms surrounding her waist, invitingly. “And lots, lots of you too.”