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[driftward]

💘 fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss Zoi/Mathye

💚 true love’s kiss / magic kiss / healed Zoi and Erick

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation Zoi and Aymeric

🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone Zoi and Y'shtola

💘 fake relationship Zoissette paced as she thought. This was surely ridiculous. She was too in her head again, that was all. Fooling herself. And about to do something that would make a fool of her. She was just lost after her journey through the rift. Still out of sorts. She just latched on and re-ignited old childish feelings just because Y'shtola had been there to catch her when she came out of the rift.

But then, so had Mathye, right?

This was stupid, she decided. Next time she saw him, she was going to figure this out for sure. Surely a true enough kiss would ignite the spark she had so long sought. She resolved to do so, next time she saw him.

(…and we all know how that turned out)

💚 true love’s kiss / magic kiss / healed Zoi and Erick

Meya stood near Erick, her eyes half-closed in concentration as she channeled aether into her staff, sending a steady stream of powerful healing magics pouring into his body. Zoissette had her codex open nearby, as she tended to rather more specific injuries, applying bandages and stitching sutures.

“Hey, wow, this really hurts,” he said. “You know, I hear good things about the healing powers of true love’s kiss.”

“Your true love is a little occupied keeping your true aether inside of your true body,” said Zoissette. “And I truly do not know how you get yourself in these messes.”

“Well, maybe I’ll settle for a magic kiss, whatdaysay?”

Zoissette gave Erick a flat look. “Right in front of Meya? Really?”

Meya did not break concentration, but did allow herself a slight smile. “Oh, I don’t mind, I know he’s just being funny.”

“Still though,” said Zoissette, picking her codex up and giving Erick a light thwap on the head. “Behave.”

“Ow. Yes, ser,” he groused. Zoissette shot him a look, but then shook her head and went back to work. Meya giggled.

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation Zoi and Aymeric

He still was with her, the next day, as she prepared to go on her journey. A simple breakfast passed companionably, and through their conversation, he had seen many things in her. A gentle pain in her words, a soft ache in her expressions. But also, relief. Relief in every ilm of her. A kind of relief, that allowed her to relax, that kept her from hiding as she was oft wont to do, that let her be honest with herself and with him.

He treasured that more than anything that had happened over the last many moons.

And then it was time for her to leave. They kissed, at the door, one last kiss, one last way to say goodbye. She had been soft against his lips, had flowed into it, not with the heat of passion, but with the genuine desire for connection, and he had met her with the same, and the moment had hung like a question waiting for an answer.

But they knew the answer already, and so they had separated, and she had gifted him with one of her rare, genuine smiles as she left.

He managed to hold himself once she was gone, with a relaxed and content smile on his face. It stayed there, as he gave out instructions to the staff for the day. Even as he, at last, retired to his study, closing the door carefully behind him, and latching it shut. It only faded as he slowly sat himself down in his chair, and allowed himself, at last, to sob into his hands.

This would be a good thing, for both of them.

That didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt like hell, though.

🤍 kiss at the wedding / milestone Zoi and Y'shtola

Oh, I think I’ll save this one for later.