The Peacemaker
She / Her
32
January 25
Pallet Town, Kanto
Heterosexual...?
Veterinarian
Head Prof / Major
My legacy is in the lives I save
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Eva Morales
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POSTED ON Feb 25, 2024 22:10:49 GMT
[attr="class","eva"] [attr="class","top"] To learn Freya wasn’t happy broke her heart more than she expected it to. Eva had always been an empathetic person, more worried about those around her than herself; selfless to her own detriment no matter what alternate reality she lived in. She wanted to comfort Freya, pick apart and untangle the knot that made her life so messy, turn it into a silk ribbon and gentle embrace that would hold it all together while she healed whatever was broken.
That’s more than what’s expected from just a friend, isn’t it? But the desire came as natural as breathing.
Eva shifted forward to hear Freya’s whisper. It kindled a flame of curiosity. What was it like in this other life? What were they like?
Freya eagerly satisfied her curiosity in a rush of unbridled emotions and gave Eva the answers she craved.
First, came the warm touch that extended beyond the bounds of her cheek, rushing over her like flames to pool in her chest. She felt desire and desperation, the release of something built under immense pressure for so long that it threatened to ruin everything in one violent explosion. But she couldn’t bring herself to pull away, something cemented her there, a magnetic pull beyond her control.
It was no surprise what came next. Her mind was leagues behind her body and instinct is what seized control. It guided Eva to her, to Freya. To someone who meant so much: the one who was both her greatest strength and her ultimate undoing.
Her taste was so familiar, something lost to time that she craved more than anything without even knowing it. She drank it in with messy fever, desperately, as if it was the last morsel she’d ever be offered. She devoured it with lips, and tongue, and teeth. Her hand was in her hair, running gently through the alabaster curls so soft and so comforting. What may only have lasted seconds felt like decades, no, a lifetime in the making. And for those few seconds, everything made sense. Hope, peace, happiness, love; everything Eva had been denied.
The tears that welled at the corners of the eyes fell to wet Freya’s cheeks, but it was then her mind caught up. And suddenly, it was all too much. It was instinct that pulled her back too, one that prioritized survival. She recoiled back with a start, eyes wide, lips red from passion, and a knot in her throat that silenced any coherent words that wanted to break through.
The only thing she managed to say was her name, “Freya…”
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