it's just ... kassandra existing sometimes. there is no legitimate reason why diana's heart skips a beat. she does , usually , make it known that it happens , though. like by reaching out , a finger just tipping kassandra's head upwards before diana leans in and presses a soft kiss against kassandra's lips.

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Kassandra loves these moments, where the mundane activities of the day are interrupted by Diana wanting to shower her with affection. It comes in various forms but usually starts with those delightful kisses. Today it comes while she's standing at the counter, enjoying some fresh coffee. Diana simply waltzes in, purpose in her steps as she approaches the Spartan, a finger pressing lightly below her chin to tip her head back and lay a kiss on those pouted lips.

It all seems so perfect, like a life she was always meant to live. Wide windows that overlooked the garden and the rest of the city beyond it let the early morning sun filter in and cast a golden light over both of them. Storybook romance, a scene framed perfectly for film. Lips curl into a smile against Diana's, the coffee mug finally being set on the counter.

"Good morning, love. Do you want a cup, or should I not bother finishing the one I have here?"

there really is such a difference in diana physically with such a simple change of clothes and no tiara or armor. she almost looks smaller , lighter. it's really easy to understand why she rarely gets recognized. hair down , a pair of glasses that she obviously doesn't need. diana bends , her hand resting on kassandra's forearm so softly and tentatively so not to startle the meditating woman. " excuse me , love. i'm sorry to disturb your rest but i have to meet with some politicians as a diplomat and i wanted to tell you and ask you if you would care to accompany me or not. " diana leans in , lips lightly pressing against kassandra's jawline.

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Meditation is one of the only ways Kassandra could ever rest her mind. The way it constantly thought, deep thoughts, shallow ones, thoughts of love, life, and death, a random song she heard in passing that wouldn't leave her head. It is just unending, relentless. Meditation provided reprieve, a chance to turn her mind off and let it rest the way her body always felt rested. In the mid-morning sun, she meditates on the patio outside Diana's home.

A gentle touch at her forearm has her stirring from the meditative state, golden eyes opening to meet Diana's stormy blues. "I'm sorry, was I out long?" It takes her a moment to register what the Amazon had asked her. "You trust me not to make a fool of myself in front of important people? I'm honestly honored." She jokes, humming lightly at Diana's kiss. "What kind of meeting is it?"