The sensation of a wastelander's callouses against another's skin is unusual, but quietly fascinating. "I hope this gives you some idea of how thoroughly distracted I am when you're around. I'd enjoy nothing more than to look upon you all day, committing each and every detail to memory..."

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Laying beside @unlikelysun.bsky.social, shifted in a form to mirror her wife's. The conversation had turned from more intimate little banter to something quieter, more contemplative. 'Her' thumb brushes against its model.

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The anger slid through her fingers like water, but the flesh changed with the draining. Anger isn't meant to be hidden, only used, or accepted.

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...I think I've missed an embalming day.

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Not the cultists and bastards, obviously.

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