Clara | She/Her | 27 | 🏳️🌈🇧🇷
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cold night on the road to the city. about to set up camp.
Huddling for warmth with Laudna is a fool's game. The woman is so thin and her skin is always a little bit clammy and if she were any other person, Imogen would be very uncomfortable. Right now, however, her face is tucked into the crook of Laudna's neck, black hair with white strands spilling over her making a veil over her head and she's glad that it is, because Imogen is absolutely sure she is blushing right now.
She can feel her partner's nails lovingly scratching her back over her clothes, the random patterns almost lulling her to sleep even thought its actually pretty early. She inhales slowly and tries to ground her thoughts. Laudna always smells so earthy. The silence of the road is very welcome and, at least for now, she's trying to stop herself from going rogue and reading Laudna's thoughts by accident. And its. Not. Working. At. All.
The other woman’s thoughts are usually very chaotic, comforting, worried. Sometimes sad, and these are her least favorites to hear. Tonight, they are quiet, a dull humming, a white wall, flowers dancing in the breeze, the soft galloping of horses. Imogen knows she is doing it on purpose and she would thank her profusely if she could talk without the fear of getting a headache again.
"I have a good feeling." Laudna whispers, covering their bodies with the bedroll's blanket. "I think we're going to find answers this time."
I hope so. She sends the thought straight to Laudna's head on purpose and hopes that the subtle movement of her bony shoulder means that the familiarly weird, but strangely endearing woman is smiling.