[Ella's appearence offers her something she hasn't had for so long. It's familiar, a touch of her old life, something she could even call normal. It's no wonder that she reaches for it, clings to it. It's a chance to drop the mantle of Herald they've put on her shoulders, to be Eliana again, 19 and scared of everything that is happening. 19 and young, she doubts they know how young and she shudders, nuzzling slightly at El's cheek]
I know. [She laughs softly, a gentle sound as she leans back against the wall. El's arms trap her there yes, but she hasn't felt safer than she does right now in a long time. It's a sad sound and Ella always did have a flair for the dramatics, much more than Eli ever did, always happy to follow along with the older girl's plans no matter what trouble it got them in. Ella is in many ways a soulmate to her, her bestfriend and her first true love, binds that can never be broken]
Oh Ella... [She means to stay more but the words fall short as her breath stutters at Ella's touch. It's been so long and a part of her knows they're rushing again, that they should be slower but she needs to be touched. To be cared for, to be loved and she knows Ella feels that for her. Knows that with Ella she can anchor herself a little better and her hips arch again as the touch drops lower and she gasps softly, lashes fluttering again as instinct has her pressing down against the offered hand, pants thin enough that Ella can surely feel her warmth]
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I know. [She laughs softly, a gentle sound as she leans back against the wall. El's arms trap her there yes, but she hasn't felt safer than she does right now in a long time. It's a sad sound and Ella always did have a flair for the dramatics, much more than Eli ever did, always happy to follow along with the older girl's plans no matter what trouble it got them in. Ella is in many ways a soulmate to her, her bestfriend and her first true love, binds that can never be broken]
Oh Ella... [She means to stay more but the words fall short as her breath stutters at Ella's touch. It's been so long and a part of her knows they're rushing again, that they should be slower but she needs to be touched. To be cared for, to be loved and she knows Ella feels that for her. Knows that with Ella she can anchor herself a little better and her hips arch again as the touch drops lower and she gasps softly, lashes fluttering again as instinct has her pressing down against the offered hand, pants thin enough that Ella can surely feel her warmth]
I have, I did... Ar lath ma, Ella, I always have.