[ In truth, Ellana finds almost a sense of comfort in knowing that she had been one of the few to see the remains of their beloved Liaran. With her stance in authority, with those relying on her in his absence, it had been her to identify the body. It had been her to start ritual in his burial, though only so much closure could come from what little had been left of him. It was a burial not fit for someone such as himself, and certainly not for anyone. So much more fear came from not finding a body matching Eliana's description, the mystery as to whether or not she was still alive loomed in the back of her mind for so long. To be able to touch her, smell her, taste her again... It's finding her sanity when she so desperately clung onto what little remained. ]
[ All of this... Walking in Liaran's footsteps, maintaining balance and serenity within the clan as they all mourn and worry for what little is left... It's too much on Ellana's shoulders. She knew those surrounding her would depend on her someday, but she had some sort of strange, almost childish belief that Liaran would always be there. It went the same for Eli... With her almost practically an only child, Liaran and Eliana were her heart and soul. Losing one meant losing a limb, losing both meant losing herself entirely. To be relied on as leader amidst all this? It's taken an obvious toll on her. ]
[ But Eliana returns the gesture, and it somehow revitalizes her energy and soul. There's a hole in her chest that begins to fill, though the one Liaran left would remain open to fester. Eliana has always been, and will always be, her rock and pilar. No matter how much she loves their clan, Eliana has always been her true love and home. Miles away from their settlement, she feels as if she is wrapped in her favorite blanket when those arms entangle her and trap her close. ]
Mm-
[ Through choked sobs and wet cheeks, El deepens that kiss, her hands eventually meeting with the small of Eli's back, ushering her backwards in a sort of dip. Tongue and teeth clash, eyes tightly shut to the rest of the world where only she and Eli exist now. Her heart soars and her skin prickles with heat, tears hot and leaving cold and wet trails in their wake. ]
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[ All of this... Walking in Liaran's footsteps, maintaining balance and serenity within the clan as they all mourn and worry for what little is left... It's too much on Ellana's shoulders. She knew those surrounding her would depend on her someday, but she had some sort of strange, almost childish belief that Liaran would always be there. It went the same for Eli... With her almost practically an only child, Liaran and Eliana were her heart and soul. Losing one meant losing a limb, losing both meant losing herself entirely. To be relied on as leader amidst all this? It's taken an obvious toll on her. ]
[ But Eliana returns the gesture, and it somehow revitalizes her energy and soul. There's a hole in her chest that begins to fill, though the one Liaran left would remain open to fester. Eliana has always been, and will always be, her rock and pilar. No matter how much she loves their clan, Eliana has always been her true love and home. Miles away from their settlement, she feels as if she is wrapped in her favorite blanket when those arms entangle her and trap her close. ]
Mm-
[ Through choked sobs and wet cheeks, El deepens that kiss, her hands eventually meeting with the small of Eli's back, ushering her backwards in a sort of dip. Tongue and teeth clash, eyes tightly shut to the rest of the world where only she and Eli exist now. Her heart soars and her skin prickles with heat, tears hot and leaving cold and wet trails in their wake. ]