[Thirty years older, but some things just never change.
Lucretia sounds resigned, like all hope is lost and she's just been trapped in the most elaborate goof of all, and Lup can't help but snort to herself as she stares up at the same sky, rolling her eyes up at the clouds that slowly drift over them. For being promoted to Madame Director, the woman's just as clueless as she's always been.
Lup would find it a lot more aggravating if she wasn't so used to it by now.]
You know me. [And Lucretia would feel Lup's palm suddenly pressing into her own, warm, calloused fingers twining with hers.] Always go for the goof.
[Then, without any warning, Lup's rolling just enough to shift herself upwards, over the other woman, blocking Lucretia's view of the sky above. The sunshine from behind Lup gives the elf a slight halo of blinding light silhouetting her head, making it more difficult to see the way her eyes crinkle in delight as she looks down at Lucretia, the touch of softness twisting at her lips. But then Lup's free palm is coming up to press against Lucretia's cheek as the elf leans in close to kiss her.
Lup's never been the type to deny herself anything. And goof or not, this is exactly what she's wanted for some time.]
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Lucretia sounds resigned, like all hope is lost and she's just been trapped in the most elaborate goof of all, and Lup can't help but snort to herself as she stares up at the same sky, rolling her eyes up at the clouds that slowly drift over them. For being promoted to Madame Director, the woman's just as clueless as she's always been.
Lup would find it a lot more aggravating if she wasn't so used to it by now.]
You know me. [And Lucretia would feel Lup's palm suddenly pressing into her own, warm, calloused fingers twining with hers.] Always go for the goof.
[Then, without any warning, Lup's rolling just enough to shift herself upwards, over the other woman, blocking Lucretia's view of the sky above. The sunshine from behind Lup gives the elf a slight halo of blinding light silhouetting her head, making it more difficult to see the way her eyes crinkle in delight as she looks down at Lucretia, the touch of softness twisting at her lips. But then Lup's free palm is coming up to press against Lucretia's cheek as the elf leans in close to kiss her.
Lup's never been the type to deny herself anything. And goof or not, this is exactly what she's wanted for some time.]