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[frostfist]

WHO: wriothesley, various
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers

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[wheft]

[ liquid courage has yet to fail her. what was supposed to be daunting has been muted thanks to the rum in her veins, along with the simplicity of their kiss. on the outside it may not have lasted long, but to ishmael and her addled brain they may as well have kissed for hours, squeezing his hand the entire time like a lifeline that she refuses to let go of.

and just like that, it's over. she blinks at him twice once he pulls away, as if she couldn't believe what just happened, and smiles. a wide one that's almost cheeky before she leans her head back on his shoulder and closes her eyes again. clearly she's more comfortable just resting her poor head on his side like this than making out. at least for now. ]

...Whatever's enough for you is enough for me.

[ there's always next time. whatever they have right now... it's all right. and she wouldn't have it any other way. ]