roselightfairy

For Femslash February <3

For the Victor

“Siril,” she whispers again, and then her beloved is in her arms, warming in her hold, her hair smooth against Laerwen’s cheek. She never knew how empty her arms were before the first time she wrapped them around Siril’s body, full and soft and round against her, like a maid made of cloud, of autumn leaves. Laerwen pulls her in and Siril’s arms come around her back in turn, and pressed this close, breast to breast, Laerwen swears she can feel Siril’s heartbeat against her own.

They hold one another in silence for long moments, and then Siril murmurs, “I feared you would not wait.”

In the days following their official betrothal, Siril's family have made it more and more difficult for Siril and Laerwen to see one another. In a shared, stolen night, they take refuge in the promise of their upcoming wedding and the chance to make new family.

(otherwise known as: me playing with the fact that I basically wrote Siril as Cinderella)