her elation feels like a tender apotheosis, as if her explosive jubilation were to continue, it would exalt her to the same celestial planes of her most venerated X’Hal. the sight of Donna safe will never feel less to Koriand’r than the pinnacle of joy, of the all-consuming glee to be graced with the sight of a redemptive, compassionate love shrouded in the guise of a dark haired woman with the likeness of stars gleaming along the undulations of her hair. they run to each other like the world hasn’t been burning, like the grime of war was not sullying Koriand’r’s lovely features and the solar flare of her skin did not ache with the pain of lesions and pure exertion. yet what did a collection of wounds matter when Donna was safe, when she was hers, when their arms twine like the dance of songbirds on the cusp of spring ?
Koriand’r holds her tight, at first, in her excitement. her excess is quelled as she feels Donna wince, softening accordingly to accomodate her lover’s exhaustion. “ Donna ... ! X’Hal’s breath, you are alive ! “ Koriand’r gasps out the proclamation of her existence like a hymn, her breathing pattern like the wrack of sobs expelling the agony of sweet triumph. her hands, still warm but not scorching from the use of her powers, traverse up across her back and against the side of her neck to reach a gentle cradle of her face. she prompts Donna to tilt up. there’s only a moment spared to gaze adoringly into her eyes, shaky pupils wide with adrenaline and a sincere reflection of their shared affection, before Koriand’r breaches the gap between their bodies and hearts with a graceful crane of her neck downwards.
the kiss with @troiyas is bliss incarnate. the act itself, to feel the joining of their mouths, was so routinary now and yet this instance felt unlike any other. it was a happy kiss, the happiest Koriand’r could ever have imagined having. it held both the rapture inherent of life itself, of realizing the worst was behind them and they had overcome, as it did the uninhibited pleasure of resting safely in the arms of your beloved.
there could be no true happiness in a world without Donna, not for Koriand’r who embodied passion and an expression of emotions untethered to earthly measures of propriety and restraint. thus, she rejoices in having her, tremorous yet whole, alive in the midst of a kiss neverending.