[ Otome gazes back at her, her own expression affectionate but more than a little pensive and sad.
There's no guarantee she'll survive tonight, and she knows they're both aware of it. So maybe it's best to let it go at this. Something gentle before either of them falls any further.
But she cups Beau's cheek with one hand, thumb stroking over a cheekbone. Slowly, like she's trying to commit this to memory. ]
Sorry. [ softly now. ] I'll move in just a second.
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There's no guarantee she'll survive tonight, and she knows they're both aware of it. So maybe it's best to let it go at this. Something gentle before either of them falls any further.
But she cups Beau's cheek with one hand, thumb stroking over a cheekbone. Slowly, like she's trying to commit this to memory. ]
Sorry. [ softly now. ] I'll move in just a second.