Hushed Willows [m] Dance, this is the way they'd love

Big oof Reverie felt the fire in Reina's embrace, the liquid gold burn of real, true desire, felt it sizzle against the fragile synthetic veneer of her own misplaced want. Part of her had held out hope that she could find that fire somewhere in herself, too — that she could match Reina's devotion and finally know real peace. It would have been so easy. It could have been so perfect.

But she felt nothing. No — worse, she felt suddenly, violently ill.

She would never truly change, would she? She would always use those around her for her own selfish wants.

Reverie blinked, lips parted slightly as she stared at Reina with eyes gone wide and glittering with tears. What could she say? I - I'm sorry, She choked out after a moment, backing away. Then she turned and fled, never once looking back.