#ANYWAY thank youuu everyonnnne these were very fun

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I have to talk about the wall scene. The wall scene. The scene on the wall. THE SCENE

Ahem. From Breathless' Chapter VII, A Delicate Extraction:

A hot, almost uncomfortable warmth enveloped her wrist. She was jerked so forcefully that she swallowed down her surprised yelp and instinctively squeezed her eyes shut at the sudden unexpected motion. Something hard and jagged pressed into her back as heat rippled across the front of her body. She inhaled sharply; rain and earth swirled in her nose. Serana opened her eyes. Vigdis had her pinned inside a ruined recess in the wall, caged between one freckled hand beside her waist and another by her head. While Serana was perhaps a few centimetres shorter, it seemed as if the hunter towered over her when they stood like this. She could tell by the way Vigdis’ ice-blue eyes darted across her pale features in the darkness that the only thing the hunter could truly discern were her glowing persimmon irises. But Serana could always see her. An endless constellation of freckles splattered messily across her rosy face. Her soft, cool breath poured from pink lips and ghosted over the vampire’s chin; fiery red curls almost tickled her forehead. They had been this close only twice before, but never for this long . . . and it was almost torture. As rain and earth slowly filled every branch in her lungs, Serana imagined those calm, even breaths turned hot and ragged in desperation as they dragged across her cold, pale skin; those warm, pink lips, so close that they brushed— “You don’t think that woman was lying, do you?” The vampire gasped at the sudden voice—her thoughts shattered, like a dream. Vigdis hissed and quickly pressed her blazing hand over Serana’s pale mouth, her icy gaze hardened in silent warning. “She may be one of us, but she’s a sewer rat,” the other voice remarked simply. Serana held her breath as the cool blue light from the spell illuminated their statuesque forms from the left; it danced across Vigdis’ sharp features so that the faint scars along her cheek, chin, and neck glinted. A sentiment burned through Serana—the same one that haunted her at the spring so long ago. How could a woman be so beautiful and so cruel? The light waned until they were shrouded in complete darkness again.

Oh my god. OH my god. Oh my GOOOOOOD. AAAAAAAA Serana was experiencing gay shit before BUT NOT TO THIS LEVEL. NOT THIS TORTUROUS. NOT LIKE THIS I just . . . really loved writing this scene. It came out so WELL. And in the next chapter it's revisited from Vigdis' point of view, sort of, which just makes it even WORSE [in a good way]. It's just so IMPACTFUL, and I love it when they remember stuff from Petrichor that still affect them . . . . can't these idiots just fucking kiss already