It's an invitation she takes curiously, hesitantly. Feeling out the shape of her mouth against Lakshmi's own, pressing up to her. If she is cold, it serves only the purpose of feeling the scorching heat of Magni's breath against her lips, drinking it in like devotion.
When she pulls away, she is smiling, so wide she must look silly. Beaming up at her like she has found her happiness here and now. Maybe this has not all been in vain, maybe she is right to hope that she might mean something to Magni. Blossoming up under her skin like the lotus' that blood in the Goddess hand.
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A moment that is utterly ruined when she face scrunches up, and she sneezes. Again, and again, and again. At least managing to turn her face away.
No, not heartbreak, just sick. Actually just sick.
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When she pulls away, she is smiling, so wide she must look silly. Beaming up at her like she has found her happiness here and now. Maybe this has not all been in vain, maybe she is right to hope that she might mean something to Magni. Blossoming up under her skin like the lotus' that blood in the Goddess hand.
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A moment that is utterly ruined when she face scrunches up, and she sneezes. Again, and again, and again. At least managing to turn her face away.
No, not heartbreak, just sick. Actually just sick.