Freya had closed her eyes again when their foreheads met, relishing in the gentle touches of her partner's fingers, how it ghosted just under the bruise ringing her eye.
How could that have been the most glad anyone's ever been to see her, to hear Pen's voice? This kind of danger and far-flung, fantastical adventuring was an anomaly, sure, but right now... no one seemed more incredible than the girl in her lap. She deserved that kind of relief and enthusiasm on the faces of others.
The taller woman returns the kiss less forcefully, but no less warmly. It's over too quickly.
Pen's trying to line the serious sentiment with humor, she knows, but Freya can't help but respond candidly. "I'll bring myself back. You can't get rid of me that easy, princess."
She tilts her head a fraction, stopping just short of pressing her lips to her partner's again. "I won't let you forget it, either." It's been something that's been on her mind, while they were gone. How fragile their lives were: their fragile pulses, their situations, their minds, their very awareness of the this world based on some stupid app. There was no telling when something would go wrong, or how. "I'm gonna keep bein' glad to see you. Alive, well, and aware."
They could be torn apart at any time, by another 'storm' or otherwise. Freya wouldn't take her partner for granted, and she would make sure Penelope knew that beyond any shred of doubt.
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How could that have been the most glad anyone's ever been to see her, to hear Pen's voice? This kind of danger and far-flung, fantastical adventuring was an anomaly, sure, but right now... no one seemed more incredible than the girl in her lap. She deserved that kind of relief and enthusiasm on the faces of others.
The taller woman returns the kiss less forcefully, but no less warmly. It's over too quickly.
Pen's trying to line the serious sentiment with humor, she knows, but Freya can't help but respond candidly. "I'll bring myself back. You can't get rid of me that easy, princess."
She tilts her head a fraction, stopping just short of pressing her lips to her partner's again. "I won't let you forget it, either." It's been something that's been on her mind, while they were gone. How fragile their lives were: their fragile pulses, their situations, their minds, their very awareness of the this world based on some stupid app. There was no telling when something would go wrong, or how. "I'm gonna keep bein' glad to see you. Alive, well, and aware."
They could be torn apart at any time, by another 'storm' or otherwise. Freya wouldn't take her partner for granted, and she would make sure Penelope knew that beyond any shred of doubt.