Broken Boulder leaving traces of us down the boulevard

Should we close this thread up here, or with your next post, and then have a new one?

At the behest of her Seabreeze’s kiss, Olive melted. It felt so simply divine to let life be good, instead of complicating things with all the nuanced details of their lives. It was nice to dream, but with ambition and goals came hardship and hurdles that needed overcoming — but it was nice here too, being kissed and cajoled by her lover.

Olive leant the crown of her head against the crook of the seasprite’s chin. “If that is the case,” she chimed, “then we will find happiness anywhere.” It was one of those platitudes that others might not take any stock in, but Olive believed it wholeheartedly. If Seabreeze had dreams, then Olive would move mountains and beseech the gods in order to actualize them — but the sylph was happy right here, with her sister; anywhere with her sister. “Everywhere with you.” she echoed her own thoughts, and nuzzle in deep.