Hideaway Strath yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen

 

Some of the magic had been broken, and Hemlock longed to recover it but knew that time was her only hope. Maybe if she... If she was less of a presence, Lotte could be free to sort through her own emotions and figure out how she felt. Which the healer knew was just as much a folly as figuring out her own emotions and how her Banrion tied into them. Hemlock gave a soft whine when Lotte teased her, breathy notions against her ear only enhanced by the tickle of her tongue. Hemlock gripped the earth minutely, bracing against what she had expected to be shame - and yet she found none. 

"I cannot have you,"  Hemlock knew this. She lived and breathed this reality - and she did not imagine she could have Arturo either. This was purely a biological process, emotion was... Well. Less tied to it. "But as I said, if... If we were compatible, if we could, they would be yours. Not his." Hemlock admitted - she would have asked the bard if she could have. And that - that thought, did bring a shiver to shake the fur down her spine. Lotte covering her, claiming her - but Hemlock doubted she could ever admit that.