The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
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Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
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Gina nodded as Becca and Agnes agreed to the trip to Mendocino. It was all that the pictures conveyed and more, a true respite from the hustle and bustle of San Francisco, which was a mere three hours south of the small town. While Gina loved the big city for its teeming life, there was something so lovely about sitting on one of the rocky outcrops of Mendocino Headlands State Park, and watching the Pacific undulate before you. It was so quiet.
Gina’s modest dismissal earned rave reviews from Becca and her counterpart, this time including an offer to feature her on Becca’s channel should she want. The gargoyle touched a hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of her cheek—she was probably blushing, and the alcohol likely had no small role in that.
>> ”Ye know, we shoods really check it th’ dance fluir upstairs, suin.”
This proposal earned shocked responses out of both Nessa and Agnes, which made Gina laugh in amusement. There was something to be said when your ex and your current gf were both in disbelief.
>> ”Come on, sis! Let’s go dance a little. You have enough energy for ten dancers.”
With a grin, Gina eased forward and leapt off of her seat, boogying goofily over to her sister.
“You know it,” the gargoyle said, giving Agnes a little hip-bump.
Agnes extended the invitation, while the gargoyle did her rendition of a “come with us” dance. It was a little Macarena-esque movement, palms towards the ceiling, shoulders bobbing rhythmically to the song that the pianist was playing. River politely declined, Agnes extended the invite to Becca and Nessa. Gina began dancing at the two of them instead. This time, quietly chanting, “Do it! Do it! Do it!” in-time with her little ditty.
Of course, dancing with Agnes would be just as fun, but it was more fun when there were more people. Gina gave a winsome smile, extending her hands towards Becca and Nessa, continuing with her dance-and-chant.
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It was important to make the distinction that, despite her last two lovers’ reactions, Rebecca was not necessarily a bad dancer. The whole act made her self-conscious, like she was unaware of the right place for her arms at any given time, or that she was moving too much or too little. She made a public spectacle of herself for a living in many ways, but she was still shy about dancing.
Then again, it was dancing or River’s look of death, and at this point she would choose to eat a live scorpion if it would get her away from the table. Nessa and Agnes shared an almost simultaneous reaction that Rebecca chuckled at, even if she knew neither of them would. It was a shame; if not for her promiscuous decision-making, Agnes and Nessa could have possibly been friends. She struggled to see that happening now.
After that shared moment, Agnes took a moment to look at Nessa. Initially unaware, she ended up hazarding a glance over at the violinist and caught her eye. She missed any initial thoughts, but did catch a particularly disarming bit about wanting to be the woman for Rebecca to be madly in love with. She wondered if she might catch more, but she turned away, unsure if she was ready for it. She had been morbidly curious how Agnes felt about Rebecca; now she had her answer, and it was hard to stomach.
River was quick to dismiss the invitation up to the dancefloor from her fiancée, but given her behavior so far through the night, it was hardly surprising. Agnes seemed to give up, turning and instead inviting the other couple at the table to come along. Rebecca was already prepared to submit herself to some time on the dancefloor, but Gina was an extra touch, willing her enthusiasm and excitement toward the brunette-redhead pair.
Rebecca looked to her girlfriend, who hid her concerning thoughts behind a grin, and they each took one of Gina’s hands and stood up. ”Hoo can Ah say nae tae ‘at?”
Nessa nodded, looking back at the grey girl. ”Right? Don’t have to tell me twice!” The four young women moved as a pack, weaving between tables toward the spiral staircase on the back of the room.
As they ascended the stairs, the sounds of the pianist faded, while a new sound of dance music grew more noticeable. Rebecca had to admit, from a creator’s perspective, she envied their level of soundproofing. When they finally made it to the top of the stairs, the environment was much closer to what one would expect from a dance club. The lights were low outside of the illuminated dance floor and colored lights. The space to dance was not so busy that they would be packed like sardines, but plenty of people were already letting loose out on the floor.
Several bars surrounded the dance floor, and Rebecca contemplated sneaking away to get herself some liquid courage—the classic combatant of dancer’s self-consciousness. She turned to Nessa, prepared to ask if she wanted something, but her girlfriend had long since beaten her to the punch. Somehow, during the walk from the table to the stairwell to the dancefloor, Nessa had grabbed herself a drink in a highball glass. ”Um, babe, when did ye git ‘at?”
Nessa took a sip from the straw she held delicately between her fingers before answering, ”On the way.” Rebecca replied with silence, prompting her to add, ”I’m a very good drink orderer.”
”Apparently,” she said flatly. ”Aaaany chance yer willing tae share?”
Nessa took another sip, which resulted in the gurgling sound of a cup that was left with nothing but ice. ”I would, but I’m on empty. Sorry, hun.” Rebecca might have thought she needed a drink, but Nessa was dealing with the realization that the love of Rebecca’s life still loved her. That very well was shaping up to be the night where she discovered if she had an upward limit for alcohol consumption.
Before Becca could say anything or question how quickly Nessa had killed her drink, the brunette was grabbing her and Gina by the hands. ”No more talking—we’re here to dance,” she said with a laugh, pulling both girls onto the floor. Rebecca, not wanting Agnes to be left out, reached out with her free hand to grab her ex’s as the four made a beeline for the floor.
Gina’s enthusiasm was electric. Even if River seemed mysteriously hellbent on killing the mood, Agnes found herself beginning to lack caring. Whether it was the two shots in the stomach or the energy from her younger sister as she danced and lured the two other women into joining them on the dance floor, Agnes could feel that she was starting to feel a little bit better. She knew it was just the distraction that was making her feel better. The truth was that she still had an angry fiancée that was trying to work through some of her feelings; some of which may have been deserved, but the rest of her behavior certainly was not. So she could cut her loose from the invitation to dance and instead focused only on Rebecca, Nessa, and Gina.
Gina was all smiles as she swayed and tempted the two other women. Agnes had to smirk at that, loving how easily her sister could diffuse any situation. Of course River was a challenge but she had a feeling that if anyone could bring a smile out on the Sioux, it was her. But that was for later, for now, Agnes needed to move and hopefully burn off some of this negative energy that was collecting in her throat.
>> ”Hoo can Ah say nae tae ‘at?”
>> ”Right? Don’t have to tell me twice!”
She smiled and nodded her head. Excellent, there would be even more distractions. As they all stood up and made ready to leave, Agnes leaned down and kissed River on the top of her head, giving her shoulder a soft and gentle squeeze. ”I’ll be back, darling.”
River seemingly didn’t react to the kiss at first held her breath for a moment as she continued to look down at the telephone she held between her hands. A scrutinizing eye would notice that she wasn’t tapping or swiping or scrolling, she was just staring at a screen with no more than a couple words on it. Her only response to Agnes was a ”Mhmm…” before her fingers found their strength again and the scrolling commenced.
It was a bad pattern, something that reminded Agnes of the fights that led to River leaving in the first place. She had promised to try to be more communicative when something bothered her but considering how the night was going, Agnes wasn’t all-together sure that she wanted River to take that into practice at the moment. So, instead of fighting it, she just gave River’s shoulder another squeeze before she joined the group who were disappearing towards the staircase.
Her wings pressed down to her back, Agnes reached the stairs and started her ascent. Already she could hear the difference in the music and the vibe. Where below it was calm and quiet with only the melodious sounds of the piano ringing through the open hair, midway up the staircase, Agnes could feel the vibrations of the heavily beating music rumbling throughout her core. It was like stepping into another world and knowing that all that separated them was a single, soundproof floor, was shocking to say the least. Still, Agnes pressed on. Climbing onto the floor, her sapphire eyes drifted across the scene until she spied what she was looking for.
Rebecca and Nessa were having a discussion, Nessa sipping a drink and Rebecca trying to get the dancing going. With a smile, she stepped onto the floor and immediately turned her head in search of Gina, not wanting to disrupt the other two. However it would seem that Nessa had all that well in hand as she grabbed both Rebecca and Gina and pulled them onto the floor. Agnes smiled, almost a bit sadly, that she hadn’t been including in the initial invite, but it was a sadness that ebbed away the second she felt familiar fingers wrap around her wrist.
She turned and smiled to Rebecca as the Scot pulled her along with the group. The sensation of being left out vanished utterly as Agnes was pulled into that warm, comfortable blanket of pulsating music and vibrate lights. Agnes was quick to find Gina, giggling as alcohol and a growing carefree attitude began to pull at her puppet strings. She danced, and turned and displayed a skill that would have put the most proficient to shame. While Agnes was indeed the shy girl in most aspects of her life, when it came to dancing she was somewhat of an idiot-savant and grinned like a minx as she moved with the beat.
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"Yaaaaaayyyy," Gina cheered when the duo took her hand, donning a grin that matched Nessa's when the two accepted their respective hand. Though she was new to the 21+ scene, she'd been to plenty of 18+ or all-age venues, and had become quite the accomplished dancer. She knew she had curves, she knew how to use them, and that was precisely what she intended on doing. Even if it was just carefree fun with friends, dancing was liberating.
The pulsating beat only egged the gargoyle on, as the group ascended. She didn't stop to say her farewells to River (she was a sourpuss anyways), and somehow she lost a hold of Becca and Nessa. Gina was all but bouncing up the stairs, until the beat enfolded her. The energy was infectious. While the piano floor was classy enough, this was more of Gina's pace. Good thing she'd worn her hair up. It was going to get hot.
The gargoyle bounced past Becca and Nessa, quickly ordering "Another one of those Jolly Rancher's please!", showing off her ID and handing-over the cash to earn another shot. She slammed it back moments before Nessa's hand found hers, and the group made its way out onto the dance floor. Gina's head swam pleasantly, and she smiled when Agnes found her. The gargoyle laced the fingers of her free hand through Agnes's, her body twisting and undulating to the music.
Her free hand occasionally pumped in the air, or rested enticingly on her hip. With a platonic peck on the insect queen's cheek, Gina began dancing more independently, flowing from smirks to outright grins. She laughed mirthfully. Though her moves were free, she kept her tail close (stepped-on tails were an instant mood-killer) and attempted to keep the excited wing flutters to a minimum. Oftentimes the gargoyle closed her eyes, letting the melody entrance her and compel her to motion. She couldn't forget the group that brought her here-- and an occasional half-lidded look confirmed that everyone was present and accounted for-- but she was letting the music whisk her away.
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Rebecca was jealous of Nessa and Gina, who had quickly procured drinks before they moved as a unit to the dance floor, with Nessa taking the lead. It was almost unfair; Gina and Nessa were both comfortable and confident, letting their bodies move so naturally to the music. They did not need their inhibitions stifled like she did, and yet there she was, out on the center of the floor, too sober for her own good.
Before the caravan of women disconnected, Rebecca looked back at Agnes, who she was so nearly hand-in-hand with, her fingers wrapped around a narrow wrist. It was a small moment, but they smiled at each other. If Rebecca was going to be making a fool of herself on the dance floor, she was happy to know Agnes would be nearby.
Agnes was not the only one Rebecca was connected to, and while the ex-lovers let go of one another, Nessa kept Becca’s hand, pulling her close. She was the one the redhead arrived with; her date and her girlfriend. It was different, but Nessa made her happy, too. Nessa was taking the lead, with her body so naturally swaying and rolling to the rhythm. Rebecca was thankful her girlfriend kept control of her freckled hand, because it helped her worry less about what she was doing with her arms.
It started off as mimicry; Rebecca was trying to pick up on Nessa’s movements. She had seen plenty of the woman’s dancing in their time together, and she knew what she liked when she saw it, but when Rebecca tried to match those moves, there was something missing.
Nessa placed her hand at the small of Rebecca’s back and pulled her close so she could whisper amidst the music, ”You look amazing. Stop thinking. Go with what feels right.” As an added boost of confidence, Nessa softly bit at Becca’s earlobe before pulling away. Her girlfriend could dance, but she was too self-conscious to commit, and it showed.
Rebecca took a breath and shook off her performance anxiety. Don’t think. Do what’s natural. She felt Nessa’s hand at her hip. Rebecca’s wide hips gyrated to the music. Nessa smiled, and Rebecca smiled in turn. She closed her eyes, not focusing on how Nessa was dancing, but instead feeling the beat of the song. Without thinking so much about it, her body undulated, moving and crashing like waves to the music. The hand not in Nessa’s possession reached up over her head, running through her hair, gathering up a bunch of the copper locks before letting them fall, tousled and moving with the way she swayed.
Feeling more confident, she opened her eyes and looked to Nessa, who looked as beautiful and as dominant a presence as ever. Then her eyes looked to their friends, falling on Agnes. She was having fun; they both were. Knowing that filled Rebecca with a warm feeling in her chest.
Her gaze returned to Nessa a moment too late to see the brunette’s smile falter briefly. She could not read Rebecca like she read other people, but she saw the look the redhead gave her former love. It hurt to feel like she was not enough to keep Rebecca’s attention without her eyes wandering, but Nessa could tell having Agnes near was loosening the restraints she kept on herself.
Nessa moved closer to Gina, guiding a dancing Rebecca along the way, oblivious to what was happening until they were now cutting in on the pair. ”I owe the birthday girl a dance. You said you’d share, Becca,” she explained cheerfully, letting go of her girlfriend’s hand, twirling her into the arms of Agnes, despite her better judgment.
The telepath fought the urge to observe what happened next, instead turning her attention solely on Gina. Biting her lip almost nervously, Nessa wordlessly started to fall back into the rhythm, doing her best to follow her own advice and not overthink what she just did. Gina was fun and sweet and, from what she had seen in the corner of her eye, a great dancer. She would focus on Gina.
Rebecca looked up. She was unsure of what had happened, but she was sure she was looking into familiar sapphire eyes. Maybe she should have questioned why Nessa passed her along to her ex-girlfriend, but she had been given two instructions: stop thinking. Go with what feels right.
"Hi," she said, greeting Agnes with a timid smile. She was present, she was happy, and she finally felt like she was ready to dance.
The music that pulsed all around was enough to drive whatever sadness and anxiety that River had brought to the evening out of her mind. Though she initially hadn’t stepped out into the dance floor, she was more than happy to just stand back and watch the festivities take place; but given the people on the dance floor, it was clear that that wouldn’t be an option. Just as Agnes thought she had been left out in the cold, a freckled hand grabbed her by the wrist and suddenly pulled her, giggling, onto the floor and Agnes became swept up in the music.
She didn’t know Nessa very well but the woman seemed perfect for Rebecca. As Agnes danced, she smiled as she watched the two of them interact. Rebecca was being her usual, shy self, the only time Agnes ever really saw the redhead being shy. She was always so self-conscious about her dancing and Agnes enabled by not forcing her to do too much of it in public. However, Nessa had a different approach and spurred the young woman on with a gentle nudge and a smile. It was both endearing and a little heartbreaking to watch. Rebecca had found her perfect match, seemingly, and while Agnes was happy for her, she was also sad with the knowledge of what she and the Scot had done behind her back.
Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts, however, as her attention shifted back to the movements of her sister who pulled her head back into the moment. Agnes couldn’t help but grin and giggle as Gina danced with all the expertise of a veteran. Agnes matched her moves, adding a bit of a twirl, raising her arms above her head and turning her hips in provocative manners that were perfectly in-sync with the music that blared all around them. This was fun and exactly what she needed at the moment.
A pair of lips found her cheek and Agnes had to grin when she opened her eyes and saw Gina pull away from her. She never should have stopped communicating with her, even after she went on the road. Gina had always been an important part of her life and tonight just proved that point over and over again. She loved her sister and was never going to be absent from her life so long as she had any say in it.
Doing a little turn as the music seeped into her bones and marrow, Agnes lost herself to the music, feeling the sensations of bumping into others. She felt an unfamiliar hand wrap around her waist and just grinned. A dizzyingly beautiful blonde spun Agnes before she turned back to her own date and the insect queen laughed. She shimmied her shoulders in tune before she turned back to her own group. She had just reconnected with Gina when Nessa moved into the scene and pulled her sister away from her.
>> ”I owe the birthday girl a dance. You said you’d share, Becca,”
Agnes chuckled, allowing her sister to be kidnapped and continued to dance for a second on her own when suddenly Rebecca twirled into her grasp. Agnes suddenly reached out, wrapping her arms around her ex-girlfriend, smirking for a second before a blush suddenly colored her pale cheeks. She nibbled on her bottom lip as Rebecca seemed to take a moment herself. When a steady breath had passed, the Scot lifted her gaze to Agnes’ and the two stared at each other before she spoke.
>> ”Hi.”
”Hi.” Agnes replied quietly.
A timid smile was shared by the two. Agnes wasn’t sure what to do at this moment because the two of them had been avoiding contact for a couple weeks now. The last time the two of them had even touched was a loving graze of hands upon bare skin. Now that the two of them were in dangerously close proximity, the violinist found herself unable to think properly. Scattered images of their night together flashed through her head but they were so jumbled, they could have easily been from when they were still a couple. Agnes tried her best to shake the thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time to get lost in that maelstrom of feelings.
Decidingly to be a little bold, especially to help Rebecca, Agnes slowly moved her ex’s hands down to her hips and started to sway them. It wasn’t a means of seduction, but rather a guide to help Rebecca get back into the groove of dancing again (thought anyone observing could possibly interpret it a different way). As the music pulsed on, Agnes just smiled encouragingly to her ex and nodded her head.
”Good. Just relax,” she smiled sweetly. She nodded and danced a bit more intricately. ”You are doing great.” She had to point that out…and the reason why. ”Nessa really knows how to bring out the best in you.” It was heartbreaking to say, but…it had to be said.
Gina was in her own, comfortable headspace-- eyes closed, at the mercy of the beat that pulsed through her, a smirk upon her plump lips. She let Agnes go. She twisted and swayed and moved her hips. One hand lingered on her hip, the other was floating free, occasionally pumping skyward, or moving rhythmically. Gina could dance for hours if someone let her.
>> ”I owe the birthday girl a dance. You said you’d share, Becca,”
That's you, Gina, the gargoyle realized, her doe-brown eyes opening inquiringly. Nessa was in her field of vision, now. Gina's neutral, soft smile cracked into a grin. The newest addition to her group of friends. While her energy was infectious, in a way dancing calmed her. It was a mindless task, a form of meditation-- on one hand, no thoughts crossed her mind, but on the other hand there was just a wash of calm in her mind.
"Hello," the gargoyle greeted warmly, letting her eyes slide shut. She delved back into the tranquil headspace. She meant no offense by it, she was just really feeling the music at the moment.
"Hey," Nessa greeted back casually. It was different, dancing with Agnes (an old friend and practically sister) than it was dancing with Nessa (a new friend and essential stranger). Gina didn't want to cross any boundaries with her-- no grabbing hands, no pecks on the cheek. Just dancing. Her knees bumped Nessa, by mistake-- oops. She hadn't noticed the brunette had drawn that close. Gina's brown eyes slid open again, turning up towards the new friend before her. She cracked an apologetic smile. Not only had she bumped into her, but by staying in her own headspace, Gina was also (kind-of) ignoring her.
"My bad," Gina said softly, "I get so lost in my head when I'm dancing." Even now, she sounded a bit lost. Airy, even. Her dancing had slowed but not stopped. A grin. She felt like an idiot for getting so self-absorbed. She was here to have fun with friends-- not get washed away by the experience of dancing. The gargoyle broke out of her idle, sultry dancing and extended a hand to the young woman before her.
Should she accept, the gargoyle would lead Nessa through an asynchronous spin and dance that was nostalgic of swing, but not quite. It was a silly, sweeping dance with twirls for both parties, held hands, and one beaming gargoyle. She couldn't help but giggle a little. Sure, she could sway her hips as sexily as the next girl, but the carefree dance shared by friends was its own release. Spinning, twirling, letting loose. Breathing.
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If Rebecca was thinking about what was happening, she would realize the bad ideas at play on the dancefloor. Nessa released the twirling girl, as she spiraled, gliding on her feet until she was in Agnes’s arms. It was their first moment of true closeness since their last morning together, and they were sharing this moment with Nessa just feet away and River a floor below them. Her skin felt electric at the sensation of that familiar arm around her waist, and she knew weeks away had changed nothing. She would have thought of all these things, but Rebecca had been told not to think, and being so intimately near Agnes felt right.
The change in dance partners had knocked her off rhythm momentarily, but she felt herself returning to her dance more easily now. She wanted to be in the moment and enjoy herself for once, and dancing with Agnes again took her back to a simple time where joy was all she felt. She felt her hand taken and led to Agnes’s hip, and instantly she was connected to the way she swayed side to side. Rebecca felt her own hips moving in time, like their bodies were syncing together. Her hand slid up Agnes’s arm until hers was draped over Agnes’s shoulder.
When Agnes spoke, it was hard to hear her over the music flooding her senses, but Rebecca could not ignore her partner’s words. She had a point; Nessa brought something good out of her, but leaving it there felt wrong. If she was feeling confident and carefree, her girlfriend was not the only cause, even if she should have been. Against her better judgment, Rebecca leaned in closer so Agnes could hear her. ”Sae dae ye, Aggie. Alays.”
With a toothy grin, Rebecca grabbed Agnes’s hand and tried her hand at twirling the woman she might never stop loving.
Behind the former couple, Nessa was trying to free her mind from thoughts of what she was starting to believe might be inevitable. She was trying to get back into her rhythm, but it was as if Rebecca had stolen it when she was handed off to Agnes. She was looking at the ground because she was fighting the urge to look over her shoulder, so instead she settled on watching her dance partner.
Gina was… something else. The way she moved, her curves undulated and bounced like she was in her own little world. Her eyes were closed and she was alone with the music, having the time of her life. It seemed appealing; Nessa closed her eyes, trying to reach Gina’s own little world. Her shoulders rolled and her hips, narrow though they were, swung to the beat. She was moving closer to Gina, not necessarily by intent, but by the pull of the energy the girl was putting out.
It was not until their knees knocked together that Nessa registered what was going on, her eyes fluttering open like she was coming out of a trance. She shook her head at Gina’s apology. ”Don’t worry, I think I was lost with you,” she admitted with a giggle.
A hand was offered and Nessa accepted, pulled into a playful whirlwind with Gina. She was laughing and smiling, doing her best to keep up as the shorter girl twirled her (with the assistance of Nessa bending at the knees a bit,) and the movement naturally transitioned to Nessa returning the favor. It felt like they were feeding off each other, and for a moment, Nessa felt like she didn’t have a care in the world.
Gina spun Nessa, and she took full advantage, pivoting and rotating quickly, her dress fluttering and following her movement. When she finally stopped and took a moment to overcome the dizziness from spinning and laughing, she looked up and saw Rebecca with her hands back on Agnes’s hips. Her smile faltered, but she shook away the feeling, looking back at Gina. She smiled and took the grey girl’s hand again. The night might have ended up being one of her worse, but for that moment on the dance floor, it did not have to be; she would take a moment to play and ignore her worries in Gina’s little world.
Agnes held herself together as best as she could. The sensation of touching the loving Scot again, the scent of her perfume that curled through her hair, the utter bliss of just looking down at her sweet face was so intoxicating that Agnes was surely she certainly didn’t need another drink this evening. It was a harsh reminder of one thing she needed to realize – she wasn’t over Rebecca. Despite how much she wanted to believe that their night together was just a fluke, she couldn’t keep trying to convince herself of this anymore. She was kidding herself – clearly.
But she pushed passed these issues and tried to just focus on the one thing she could focus on out here – letting go. Allowing the music to take over her body, she tried to ignore the pulsating of her heart and the blood rushing in her veins. As she guided the redhead’s hand down her body, to her hip, Agnes could feel the trails of electricity that Rebecca’s touch left behind. The skin beneath her dress goosebumped against the sensation and she found a growing hunger returning to claim the deep-seated throne in her soul. This was a bad idea…this was really a bad idea…
Agnes couldn’t help herself anymore. When Rebecca started to wrap her arm around her neck, Agnes found that the two of them, once again, fit together like a pair of puzzle pieces. It was sweet and enticing and the universe was practically daring her to kiss those lips again. But, despite the shouting of the universe, Agnes resisted and instead tried to kill whatever sensations the two of them were having. She spoke up, admiring the effect that Nessa was having on Rebecca’s life, hoping that would be enough to bury any of these strange feelings.
It wasn’t.
Rebecca, catching Agnes’ eyes, whispered back in Agnes’ ear…
>> ”Sae dae ye, Aggie. Alays.”
She gulped and closed her eyes. Her breath grew shallower as she found herself pressing just a little too closing to the redhead and biting the corner of her lip in some vain attempt to distract herself. For a moment, just a breath one, Agnes allowed herself to get lost. In the darkness behind her eyes, she allowed herself to remember their night together, the closeness, the sensations of touch, and she used that in her dancing to move just a little closer to Rebecca than what was probably appropriate for ex-girlfriends. It was so sweet and enticing and passionate that Agnes found herself unwilling to open her eyes again, enjoying the undulating movements of the two of them moving in unison. It was perfect.
Then, when she did open her eyes, Agnes spied the one thing that she certainly wasn’t expecting, or wanting, to see. There, standing at the edge of the dance floor was her fiancée – River Red Fish; and she certainly didn’t look pleased. The woman had her arms crossed over her chest, eyes boring holes directly into Agnes’s face. Words weren’t uttered but instead River turned and slowly started to move away, heading for the staircase that would take her downstairs and out of the club.
Agnes gulped as she looked between River and Rebecca. Begrudgingly she separated herself from her ex. Glancing between her, and looking over to see both Gina and Nessa were in the midst of dancing, Agnes hung her head down as she wordlessly apologized to Rebecca and stepped away, following after her clearly upset fiancée.
”River…wait…” she said. Once she reached the staircase, Agnes began to descend until she found River already collecting her things at the table they had once occupied. She crept over to her. ”River…please just wait…”
Without warning, River turned to her. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped, thinking better of herself. That only lasted for a moment, though, as she whispered in a low but harsh tone. ”Did you &$$%(* her?”
Agnes gulped as she stared at her fiancée. ”River…”
”Did you?”
It was here. The moment for Agnes to come clean. Things weren’t working between the two of them and even they got back together under the guise of “trying”, things were still hampered. River was passive aggressive, she was distrustful, and she would never accept Rebecca in her finacee’s life so long as there was a suspicion that the two of them were together. It would have been better to just admit what happened and let the cards fall where they would…
”N-No…” Agnes whispered as she tried to move closer to her. ”I…”
River stopped her, hanging her head a bit. It was clear that she wanted to say something more on the subject but she was losing her nerve. So, with a defiant sigh, River straightened up as she turned and eyed Agnes closely. Then, leaning forward, she planted a kiss upon Agnes’ cheek, but one that seemingly lacked any feeling behind it. As she leaned back she sighed. ”I’m partied out. Tell Gina I’m sorry but I’m not feeling well.” She turned on her heel but stopped with her back to Agnes. ”I need some air. I’ll see you home, Ags.”
With that River stepped away, leaving behind her a wake of confusion and suspicion that Agnes couldn’t identify or comprehend. She should have gone after her, to try and talk things out or get them both to calm down, but the violinist merely took a seat at the table the four of them had once shared and shook her head.
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There was something so organic about their little swaying dance. Gina's eyes were open now, of course, because she had be mindful of not stepping on her friend's feet (clawed feet and all). Nessa's slim hand found the gargoyle's waist, the silly, exhilarating dance slowed to a quiet lull. Nessa dipped the gargoyle (much to Gina's surprise-- Nessa was thin and gorgeous and tall, Gina was short and chubby-- it didn't seem possible).
Nessa drew Gina back in, tawny brown eyes lingered on Nessa's own, deep brown eyes. They were different Gina's-- Gina's were brighter and amber-flecked, Nessa's were dark and immense. This is probably the best birthday party I've ever had. The birthday girl caught her gaze lingering a little too long in Nessa's. She caught her breath. The faint lavender of a blush tinted her cheeks.
"Ahaha, what a spacecase-- Earth to Gina!" she murmured, "Sorry! I was surprised you could dip me!"
Nice save, the gargoyle congratulated herself, cracking a smile at Nessa. Gina dropped one of her new friend's hands, easing back into the previous, more befitting dance. Gina was parenthetically aware of the boundaries and skirted them, swaying her hips, occasionally stepping for added emphasis. Somewhere along the way she dropped Nessa's hand, but she stayed close. Sometimes their legs would brush and Gina would lift her gaze. She didn't mind.
The music lulled, a gap in the songs. Gina had lost herself again, but this time she'd taken someone along with her. Buddy system! But really, where were Agnes and Becca? Could they see them?
The gargoyle turned, surveying the space where she thought they'd left Agnes and Becca. They were there, but... Agnes was making a hasty exit.
"Wh-" Gina started, following her sister's crumpled expression and pointed gaze. River-- just in-time to see the dark-haired woman vanish. She looked upset. Gina looked at Nessa.
"What the heck?" Gina commented to the taller woman. She was an optimist, sure, but she wasn't wholly oblivious to when something was "off".
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The dip was an impulsive decision that felt right with the swinging and spinning both girls were performing. Nessa had been able to successfully dip her brother before; dipping Gina was easy mode. When she pulled the gargoyle back up, they shared a moment of eye contact, and Nessa caught a thought that genuinely made her smile.
This is probably the best birthday party I've ever had.
There were other scattered thoughts behind that one; thoughts that would have intrigued Nessa in a different world. In this one, she had a girlfriend she was loyal to, even if she worried the feeling was not mutual. More importantly, Gina was not just some girl—she was best friends with said girlfriend. The way they were dancing, thoughts of a crush were natural; hell, Nessa was sure she had some of her own, but there was a sense of etiquette. People who were taboo. Even if Nessa and Becca were heading toward their end, Gina would still be taboo.
”I’m just full of surprises!” All that was true in their world, but Gina and Nessa had already established a new world to dance in. For a little longer, she could ignore the rules of reality and simply enjoy feeding from the vibes Gina was putting out. They would brush against one another occasionally and their eyes would meet again. Gina did not mind. Nessa did not mind either.
Nessa was escaping into this new world, while Rebecca was in her own isolated world five feet away.
Rebecca was unaware of how close her and Agnes were dancing, because nothing could feel “too close.” Their bodies were almost pressed together, and Rebecca’s hand was not shy about grasping Agnes’s hip. She wanted to pull her lover in tighter, to return to the closeness they had shared weeks earlier. She missed feeling that sense of union and intimacy, and she remained willfully oblivious to the bodies around them. They did not matter. It was terrible, but in that moment, Rebecca could almost forget her girlfriend was there with them.
She was going to end it. Rebecca wondered if Nessa knew what was coming. It was not a new conversation, and it had unfortunately been a plot point in their relationship from the beginning. Rebecca was in love with another woman, and it was irresponsible of her to lead on a girl she cared about, but did not love. They would talk the next day, and Rebecca would free Nessa from the web she selfishly caught her in.
It was so easy to get absorbed in the effect Agnes had on her. Rebecca only stopped dancing when she realized Agnes’s trance had been broken, and the outside world came pouring in as River watched them dancing and made a hasty exit toward the staircase.
Agnes followed. Of course; River was still her fiancée. She met Rebecca’s gaze before she ran off, leaving her dance partner to reflect on those conflicted eyes.
Nessa and Gina had been enthralled by their own shared universe, but Agnes’s departure lined up with a musical lull that freed Gina just long enough to see her sister chasing down her fiancée. Even without eye contact, Nessa was close enough to Gina to just feel something was wrong and turned to catch the tail end of the scene, and her girlfriend standing alone in its wake.
Whatever Nessa had successfully avoided watching, River was not so fortunate, and perhaps it proved more than she could stomach. More than ever, she wished she could peek into Becca’s head for just a moment. Instead, she was as confused as Gina. ”Becks… what happened?” Her brow furrowed, and she was unsure if she was more trouble about what Becca and Agnes had been doing, or the pain the redhead was going through. In a small way, she was upset with Becca for being so easy to sympathize with.
Rebecca looked between Gina and Nessa, unsure how to answer when she knew she was the problem. She tried to fish for words, but forces beyond her control were motivating her to follow Agnes down the stairwell. ”Ah… Ah’ll gae make sure everything’s okay. Mebbe Ah can clear somethin’ up,” she lied, quickly stepping forward to kiss Nessa’s cheek before turning and hurrying to catch up with Agnes. What Rebecca wanted to clear up would not fix things.
Nessa flinched at the kiss, not pulling away, but feeling unsettled that she was being left with a kiss on the cheek as her girlfriend followed another woman. It was hard to watch, but it did not feel right to chase Rebecca; not anymore. Instead, she put on a brave face and offered her arm to Gina. ”Rebecca will handle… whatever that was. This is still your birthday, so I forbid you from worrying. We shall drink our worries away!” she exclaimed boldly, knowing she was long overdue for another drink. She led the way to the bar as Rebecca vanished from her sight into the stairwell.
The staircase was no obstacle for Rebecca, who was flying down the steps at a dangerous pace for someone in heels. She was tired of holding back, and tired of playing a game where she denied something she had known for years. It was time to lay everything on the table, and hope Agnes truly felt the same way.
Rebecca made it to the last step, and from there she could see through the doorway to their table. From a distance, the scene was wordless, but Rebecca watched the end of their interaction. Agnes moved forward, only to be stopped by River, who gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked away, eerily reminiscent of a certain Scot a minute earlier.
Agnes took a seat at their table, and once Rebecca was certain River was gone, she crossed the floor to the somber song played by the pianist, feeling the chords slowing her pace. Eventually, she took a seat next to Agnes and rested a hand on her slender shoulder, hoping it would not be rejected.
”Ah’m… Ah’m sorry things went thes way.” It was the most honest apology she had. Rebecca was not sorry for dancing with Agnes, or for loving her so openly, River could not watch. She was sorry for making things harder for Agnes, and putting her in a position to deal with more pain.
She didn’t think of anything as she sat there. Truly, no thoughts or words passed through her mind, instead, once she had settled into her previous seat, Agnes just sat there, staring at the napkins on her table, the empty shot glasses, and the remnants left behind from when they were sitting there. She didn’t want to think of anything, thinking things led to hurting, and hurting was the one thing she trying very, very hard to not do right now. Tonight was supposed to be about spending time with her sister, not the drama that had encapsulated her love life.
Still staring at the surface of the table, she tried to think about how everything had gone wrong. A quick thought would immediately go to the dance that she and Rebecca had just shared, but it went back so much further than that. But where to pick? Was it seeing her ex for the first time in years at the wine bar? Was it years before that when Rebecca told her about being accepted to Oxford and Agnes didn’t beg her to stay? Or even further, when she couldn’t control herself and cheated on Jasmine with Rebecca? No matter what, Agnes could only zero in on the one connecting factor between all these incidents – herself. Maybe she really was the problem here…
A tear started to trickle down her cheek. She had pulled out her phone, eyeing the screen as she pulled up her message. She should message River. She should apologize or at least keep that connection open, to lay the necessary groundwork so that they could talk about this later. Even if River was upset, Agnes knew that with time she would be able to talk about what was bothering her. Really, though, what defense could Agnes offer? She and Rebecca were just dancing but deep down she knew that the nature of it was inappropriate. But did she want to “apologize” for it?
Her thumb drifting over River’s name in her contact list, Agnes felt herself struggling to decide. She didn’t want to do this right now but she knew that if she delayed it was going to cause trouble later. Decisions would be made that shouldn’t be made. Her breath caught in her throat, she closed her eyes as she tried to force herself to do what was necessary. Maybe…maybe it was time to stop fooling herself and accept what she needed to accept…
A hand touched her shoulder jostling her from her thoughts. Before she opened her eyes, she could feel her mind spinning like a wheel, flickering between the two mental portraits of River and Rebecca, spinning so fast it was almost a blur but slowing down, gradually, as it came to a stop on the face that she hoped against hope the hand belonged to.
>> ”Ah’m… Ah’m sorry things went thes way.”
Agnes opened her eyes and eyed her ex, sitting next to her at the table, looking saddened for the young violinist. A small sniffle and Agnes breathed a sigh as she straightened up in her seat and wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She tried to put on a brave face for Rebecca but it was clear that the incident had gotten to her. Her relationship with River had had so many issues already that adding her time with Rebecca into the mix was clearly making the whole thing quite volatile. Still, even in the midst of it, Agnes looked at Rebecca in the same way that she used to so many years ago, whenever she was upset; she was looking at her in a way that wordlessly asked for comfort.
But she wouldn’t voice that.
Instead, Agnes sighed, composed herself as best she could (doing what she could to ignore the damn songtress at the piano) and shook her head. ”It’s okay. I’m okay.” she said with a shrug. ”River…is…just not feeling well. I shouldn’t have dragged her out. She said she was feeling a little sick earlier and I didn’t listen. So, one hundred percent my fault.” She was avoiding eye contact with Rebecca now as she stood up from her chair and started to head back to the staircase. ”I…come on…we…um…we don’t want to leave Gina alone with Nessa too long, right?” She was jabbering and still not looking Rebecca in the eye,almost as if not allowing Rebecca to get a word in would help strengthen Agnes' resolve ”She’ll wear her out before the evening is through…”
Gina followed Agnes with her eyes, an uncertain twitch taking-over her tail. Her gaze cut towards Nessa when she noticed that she was moving. Okay, good. Nessa was probably the best person to talk to Becca anyways. Being girlfriends and all. Gina began to cut to the side of the dance-floor, watching from a polite distance as they spoke.
The conversation was brief, sealed with a kiss on the cheek, before following the same route that River and Agnes had gone. Her wings fluttered and then settled, sinking slightly. The dancing had barely gotten started! Where were they going. Uncertain tawny eyes cut towards the wall, wondering if they had actually been dancing for longer, if her and Nessa had been so lost in their own little world that an hour or more had transpired.
No... it had only been twenty, maybe thirty minutes maybe. Nessa did not follow her girlfriend down the stairs, rather returning to Gina. She looked somber, but quickly donned a smile for the gargoyle and extended a bent arm for the gargoyle to take.
>> ”Rebecca will handle… whatever that was. This is still your birthday, so I forbid you from worrying. We shall drink our worries away!”
Gina tucked a hand in the crook of Nessa's arm, as she had often done with her mother, and with a number of female friends as they'd walked together. Gina gave Nessa a conciliatory smile, but the stitch had returned to her brow. Her tawny gaze was met by Nessa's umber glance. Gina couldn't shake the feeling that something was up, and the inkling of suspicion churned ever-so-subtly in the back of her mind. There was tomfoolery afoot. She wasn't sure of the cause, but she was sure of its presence. She'd have to check-on Agnes later.
"I'd like that very much," the gargoyle said with a sigh. Her smile lingered upon her lips as she allowed Nessa to lead the two of them to the bar.
She released Nessa's arm when they reached the bar, clearing her throat. Maybe she should try something different from a fruity shot? But the gargoyle also wasn't entirely sure of what else there was.
"What do you usually prefer?" the gargoyle inquired, "To drink, I mean?"
Though Becca had bought the first round of drinks, Gina certainly wouldn't mind spotting for a round. She set her clutch up on the bar, smiling winsomely at Nessa. She was already teasing the flap of the clutch, getting ready to reach for her wallet.
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It was hard to watch Agnes put on a brave face, acting like everything was okay. They both knew that was not true by now, but Agnes was still doing her best not to burden her ex with what she was struggling with. She was determined not to show weakness, but Rebecca knew that look; it was Agnes letting her know she needed her.
She made an excuse for River, not realizing how much Rebecca had seen. The only thing that made River sick was the sight of her fiancée entangled with a former lover. ”Sure,” Rebecca replied with a soft smile, letting the lie slide. It was selfish, but she had things she wanted to say, and if River was still around, the night would have gotten messy.
Then again, it was going to be hard to say much with Agnes getting to her feet so abruptly, heading toward the stairwell. Rebecca followed along and was trying to get a word in edgewise, but each ”Um,” or, ”Aggie, Ah,” was met with the wall of text coming off Agnes’s tongue. It was hard to get Agnes’s attention as they weaved between tables accompanied by the somber piano, but she needed to get something off her chest before they made it back upstairs and the moment was lost.
Nessa was glad Gina was so accepting of her arm and her offer to grab a drink. It was Gina’s twenty-first birthday celebration, and that all but exempted them from responsibility. She wanted to keep the fun going for the girl, who was a stranger two hours earlier, but was quickly becoming a friend. There was no saying the friendship would last with the many factors possibly working against it, but for one night, they would enjoy each other’s company.
The inexperience of the novice drinker showed when she quickly deferred to Nessa. Luckily for her, she was a veteran of drunk charity streams and drunk gaming videos and drunk podcasts and—actually, if she gave it much thought, Nessa would have to question if she worked for a company of alcoholics. The point was: she knew her way around a drink. ”If I’m hoping to have a good time, I’ll go with a Long Island Iced Tea. They throw half the bar into it, but mix it with sour mix and cola. It’s easier to drink than it should be, and will knock you on your ass.” When the bartender spotted the two girls, Nessa signaled a two with her fingers and said, ”Long Islands, please.”
While the bartender quickly switched between pouring tequila, vodka, rum, triple sec, and gin into a shaker, Nessa spotted Gina reaching into her clutch. ”No, no, no,” she responded, placing a hand over Gina’s to keep her from paying. Her hand lingered there for a second or two longer than it should.
Reaching into her own purse for her credit card, she dismissed the idea as foolish. ”You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you buy the drinks on your birthday. Besides, you’re a college kid, so that money should be for ramen and glow-in-the-dark posters. Or so I’ve heard, at least.” Nessa based her knowledge of college on television and stories from friends, so she was mainly aware of the broad sterotypes.
Two highball glasses came out and Nessa raised hers. ”Cheers, Gina.” It was nice; if she focused only on the second floor, things almost started to feel normal.
Agnes made it into the stairwell and was taking the first steps up the spiraling path, but Rebecca had made up ground once they got past the crowds. Agnes might have still been speaking, but if she was, her voice ceased when Rebecca grabbed her hand from the banister, turning the brunette to face her. ”Aggie, please listen,” she requested, her voice filled with determination. There was no turning back from where she was going.
”Whit happened wi' us... we said it was a mistake. Ah said it was a mistake,” she corrected, still vividly remembering the moment weeks later. ”Ah lied. Ah’m sorry, Ah did nae want tae be th' one tae gie in th' way ay ye an' River, but… Ah cannae dae it anymair.”
Rebecca was one step lower, so she looked up at her violinist with desperate eyes, reaching out to cup Agnes’s cheek in her hand. ”It's nae a mistake. It ne'er is wi' ye. Th' only mistake Ah've made isnae bein' honest abit 'at.”
Her body moved closer as she shifted to the balls of her feet to make up for the height difference. ”Ah loove ye, Aggie. Ah cannae pretend Ah dornt anymore.” Taking a chance and hoping she was not the only one to feel this way, Rebecca leaned in and kissed Agnes with all the passion she thought was left behind after their last night.
She could hear the sounds of her ex-lover as the woman wove through the traffic leading to the staircase. As much as she wanted to turn around and listen to the other, Agnes knew that she couldn’t risk it. The way she was feeling, the hurt in her heart, the desperation for an answer, the violinist knew that if she stopped talking, if she looked at her, if she let just one word in, that she was going to be damning herself. She was going to end up cursed the rest of her life because she was letting the redhead back in. She could feel every cell of her body, reaching and grasping out towards the redhead who followed behind but she couldn’t allow it; not this time.
Once she had reached the staircase, there was only the smallest breath of relief. Though she wasn’t in the clear yet, she knew that so long as she started to climb, she would be able to get away from the Scot. Once on the second floor, with her sister and Rebecca’s very sweet and understanding girlfriend, she would be able to shake this feeling. Without River to keep her in check, her only hope was to stay attached to the hip with Gina. That would be her salvation; but first, she needed to continue to jabber on.
”Oh this is such a nice club. I’m so glad that you guys thought to bring Gina here. I’m sure that she is loving absolutely every second of it. I mean, who wouldn’t? Besides River that is. Oh I shouldn’t say that, River is a doll. Not a real doll, of course, heh, but she’s very sweet and loving. Sorry she couldn’t hang longer but she really isn’t feeling well. I understand that. I understand that because she is so understanding towards me and I couldn’t count myself luckier. I mean you know what that’s like, you have such an understanding and loving girlfriend already that you have to get it, right? Right, hmm, I wonder what I should order to drink next, maybe some water, duh, don’t want to crap out before the night is ov—“
It was the hand had covered her own that made her stop. She didn’t realize, at first, that she had stopped talking, only knowing the beehive of activity that was coursing through her brain. Talking, keep talking. Even if there was no sound coming from her throat, she needed to keep talking in her head to drown out whatever sweet words were going to entice her. But it was the hand on her own that stunted all of that. She stood, stock still, staring at the steps of the stairs, trying to slow her heartbeat from the energy that was making her skin so jittery.
>> ”Aggie, please listen,”
She sniffled. Slowly she turned towards her ex but she kept her eyes downcast. She couldn’t look at her. She wasn’t strong enough to look at her because a mistake would follow, a mistake that her entire body was willing her to make just one more time. But she couldn’t, it wasn’t right….right?
Rebecca was talking from the heart. Standing a step below her, she went on about what happened between the two of them, about her admitting it was a mistake when, truth was that she didn’t believe it to be one. She had lied to her and she was sorry because, no matter what, it wasn’t something that she could deny anymore; it was a denial that Agnes was all too familiar with at this moment. Standing here, her hand clasped in Rebecca’s she stared back into those mismatched eyes and saw years of memories roll across her mind’s eye. Memories of joys, of happiness, of tears, and of passion. It was thoughts that Agnes could never forget, no matter how much she tried.
A tear rolled down her cheek as she fought herself quickly losing all resolve. Slowly she raised her gaze, meeting the redhead’s as she proclaimed that this was no mistake, they weren’t a mistake. It was as if she had been waiting to hear those words the whole time she had reconnected with her ex back at that wine bar, they were always supposed to be…right? Was that how love, fate, and destiny worked?
It was as if a dam had burst loose in her chest. Though it had only been a couple weeks since the two of them had last been together, seeing the redhead lean up and advance on her immediately activated sweet muscle memory. There was no hesitation or regrets as the last walls of her defense crumbled around her. She met her ex-lover with the same passion and energy that Rebecca gave her. Their lips touches and Agnes lost her sense of self, where she was, or who they were there with. This was what she wanted, deep down she had always known that.
Her arms wrapping around Rebecca’s waist, Agnes pulled her in tighter, her lips pressing against hers before she finally broke the kiss long enough to shed another tear, breathe, and place her hands upon the redhead’s face.
”I love you…” she said earnestly. ”I always have. I always will.” She sniffled and pressed her forehead against her’s. ”Goddamn you for getting on that plane.”