House Party

[Esper]

She wanted to stay forever, to sink into the moment and never relinquish it. To claim this strange creature with such unfathomable gifts; to have him sing and sing and sing for her until the world around them crumbled to dust. But something of Roza’s words and closeness finally made an impression, for Esper suddenly realised that what she perceived as harmony, Roza was being pushed to actually feel with some urgency. It soured her perception enough that her brows drew low, and it was that understanding alone, and not the warning, which moved her.

It was like refusing a feast when starving, but she turned herself into the other woman, forehead pressed close. She was always aware of Roza’s emotions, but she rarely curled herself so tightly into them as she did now. Esper didn’t consider it a violation, just a cherished connection. But it proved difficult to tune everything else out, even though it was all the same feeling – because every instinct of her own wanted to luxuriate in it, not act on it. The idea of leaving almost made her want to snarl with the unfairness. “Make me follow, Roza. I can’t do it,” she murmured. Her limbs were soft, interwoven with Roza’s clinging grip. She wouldn’t fight the movement, but she couldn’t bring herself to shift away of her own volition.