trepidate: <user name=vertebral> (20.)
phosphophyllite. ([personal profile] trepidate) wrote in [community profile] awashlogs 2018-11-28 07:37 am (UTC)

[ They recall, loosely, what Cairngorm had explained after finding the throne room. It's a story that fell in line with the mirrors that had followed them around at the start of the month, and even more with what's happened to them now. A curse brought on by their own carelessness, to be dispelled by the person stuck in the position of always having to clean up Phos' messes. Not quite a fairy tale, but a solution just the same.

Unable to move even if they wanted to, they can only watch as Cairngorm hovers over them, hand on their cheek. They don't know what they're expecting when they lean in closer still, right up until the brittle collision of their lips clears up the fog of doubt.

Frozen, Phos considers what they do and don't understand a kiss to be. It feels like a mimicry of affection they've seen on the moon, and even that's probably an echo to the behavior of humans. It's foreign, but the longer they stay like this, the thawing of their thoughts allows them to think they don't entirely dislike the strangeness of it- until finally their mouth parts slightly, a mock of an inhale. As the cold recedes, their alloy begins to withdraw back into shape while Phos' thawing embarrassment spills over instead. ]


I..I think we can stop now.

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