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[eldorne_girl]

[being warm seems like a luxury after so long being cold, and being able to run around in bare feet and a singlet top seems almost sinfully nice]

[if Tortallans and Delia had a strong idea about 'sin', that is]

[leaving that aside, Delia is out in the greenhouse. It's night, but it's summer and so thus it's jeans and bare feet and a lavender top with spaghetti straps and a few layers of sheer, lovely fabric - Indy bought it for her, on their trip to London, but she doesn't think about that. Instead, she just walks through and trails her fingers against the flowers]

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[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

Josie kisses Delia as if she's afraid she'll never have her again, as if this were their last moment together. Grips Delia's wrist tightly in her fingers, steely beyond their delicacy.

At last, is limp beneath her, face turned to the side, cheek in the dirt. Hardly perfect now, mussed and dusty. Hair tangled, dress ruined.

"Oh."

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

I love you.

[Delia whispers, reaching up to stroke Josie's hair.]

[princessjosiane.livejournal.com]

"Truly?"

Not her usual imperious tone, not confident at all.

"Truly and for always? You wno't leave me?"

[eldorne-girl.livejournal.com]

[Delia's lovely face is serious, intent]

Never. Never, ever, ever. I will never leave you, Josie. I promise.