[ as soon as she comes in, she's looking at lemuen's hands. the door closes behind her.
she walks in and, despite how tightly her fists are wrapped, she takes lemuen's in a careful, loose grip. ]
You have one too.
[ she doesn't look at lemuen's just yet. she only reveals her own between them both.
a blue-haired sankta with a halo and horns. she's smiling her gentle, natural, mischievous smile as she sleeps in a bed of colorful flowers—red, pink, blue, white.
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Date: 2025-12-07 12:25 am (UTC)she walks in and, despite how tightly her fists are wrapped, she takes lemuen's in a careful, loose grip. ]
You have one too.
[ she doesn't look at lemuen's just yet. she only reveals her own between them both.
a blue-haired sankta with a halo and horns. she's smiling her gentle, natural, mischievous smile as she sleeps in a bed of colorful flowers—red, pink, blue, white.
fia's voice is hushed and urgent. ]
It's Mostima.