Pillow Talk [The Carnival]

[Esper]

Esper basked in the emotions, eyes half-lidded, as sated as she had ever been. Sex was not new. But sex with such overwhelming feeling embedded was not something she had ever experienced before, and despite their pledge to escape Roza’s life, she was in no hurry to move any of her muscles after. Instead she blinked lazily and, curled in the mess of blankets, watched as Roza’s mother hit against air, apparently unable to pass. Her angry performance did not match the prodominant feeling radiating inside her, which frankly Esper was too distracted to untangle. It made no sense to her. But people often didn’t.

There was little for Esper to pack. She would miss the colour and costume of the carnival, but if Esper was like a magpie for beautiful and shiny things, her actual attachment to them was minimal. She made a contented sound as she stretched, then finally made an effort to find some clothes. Bits of prosthetic still stuck to her skin, and a long hot shower would have been nice. Particularly with the newness between the two of them. But if Esper didn’t choose to work out the whys of it, she did understand how the stage worked. With Renata’s furious tirade, they could not stay longer – it ruined the story.

“Where you go, I follow, mia vita,” she assured once more in Roza’s ear. Her arms wrapped from behind, which was probably a hindrance to the packing, but she was still drowsy and full. It was like being drunk. When Roza was done she would take her hand, and lead her out.