« 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝚂 — 𝙰𝙼 — 𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚆𝙽𝙴𝙳. by a god or a man or a child or a place. by anyone or anything but myself. » her words are quiet
— truth slipping out, held inside her throat for too long kind of quiet
— and despite bitterness still coating them like a winter cloak, the gaze she settles Rhaella’s way is serene. her mood not faked for once, Bethany feels more at peace than she has in a long time, her demons leashed and caged, for now, her shadows swept away by dragon wings, beautiful and ever gentle with her.
« not with you. I —— you made me feel better than I could have hoped for. you still do. » Bethany, usually on the verge of too sharp, too blunt, reaches for the woman with a veiled apology on her tongue and careful softness in her hands : fingertips slide up her arms before settling on her shoulders, curling there as a smile begins to warm her features. she knows it’s not always easy, knows there’s something ruined in her, something that makes her fear someone might slip and cut themselves on her edges, yet Rhaella is being nothing but sweet and patient and Bethany is truly grateful —— the touch of her lips on Rhaella’s mouth is softer than her hands could ever be, void of roughness, with a honeyed sweetness to them she hasn’t used with anyone else. a thank you, a don’t let me let you go.
𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴 : brenna womer , empire blue