sorry not sorry // for intenderembassy

[onlyistheirshow]

[ It's been ten days since she's seen any of the others, besides Black Mist itself. She'd needed to keep herself as relaxed as possible at first, it had told her, and who better to keep her relaxed than Black Mist? Especially when the need for the oil had gotten overwhelming, when Black Mist had started filling bottles with it every few hours when it visited her and she'd be finished with them all and desperate for more by the time it returned.

(it's started to ease off but she still seems to need more than she did before)

(of course you do, it had told her when she'd commented, had rubbed a slick tendril over her stomach and only chuckled when she'd dragged the tendril up to her mouth to suck at it)

As much as she hasn't minded the isolation though - how could she, when Black Mist is giving her things she wants so much? - she's glad, when it says that Chris can come see her.

(she's missed Chris, everything has moved so fast and she feels so different and she--)

(she wanted her sister)

So when Chris finally steps through the door of the room that Black Mist has kept her in, it's to her all but tackling Chris, pushing the door shut so that she can hold her in a tight hug.

(tight enough for her curves to be pressed in tight against Chris)

(a slight curve to her stomach isn't necessarily abnormal, recently, not with the way Black Mist likes to leave them full, but--)

(her breasts are larger, too, enough to have the shirt she's wearing stretched tight across them) ]

Nee-san!

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[intenderembassy]

[She comes down from it slowly, picking her head up to lay it on Thomasine's thigh, melting.

After a moment, she pulls herself away and shifts again, so she's lying beside her sister, pressing her face into her neck.

(and she lays a hand on Thomasine's stomach, it seems natural)

She thinks...she thinks she can be happy, like this, for a while. Just resting, together.

(together with someone she loves)]

[onlyistheirshow]

[ Thomasine lets out a soft, exhausted noise of contentment when she feels Christina shift like that, feels the face pressed into her neck.

(even moreso, when she feels the hand on her stomach)

(this is right, this is how it should be)

(she should be Thomasine and they should have this child together, no matter how that child came to be)

(besides, for all that she wishes she could have, somehow, had Chris's child, that it had been possible and they hadn't been related

doesn't she love Black Mist too?)

(not so intently, not so deeply as she loves Chris, but)

(it has given her so much, for so little)

(in this moment though, Black Mist is unimportant) ]

...ne, nee-san...

[intenderembassy]

[She pulls the covers up, just a little, even though they're both still half-dressed and the room is (of course) kept warm.

(things like black mist like warm places, don't they?)

It seems right, somehow.

She raises her eyes up, blinks them a little sleepily when she hears Thomasine's voice.]

Mm?

[onlyistheirshow]

[ Thomasine appreciates the covers coming up, even with the clothing and the warmth of the room.

(she gets cold so quickly, ever since Black Mist gave her this)

She presses herself in closer, rests her hand over Christina's on her stomach. ]

Love you...

[intenderembassy]

[Of all the things she hears from Thomasine, that's the best.

She sighs, letting her eyes fall shut.]

I love you too.

[She's not even thinking about Black Mist anymore. Just this. Just her.]