Two Eyes Cenote rosemary

to say inji was stunned would have been an understatement. she reels backward with a jerk of her head, jaws parted in a shocked 'o' shape.
here before her was a woman who she had previously thought to be so cold, so powerful and political; the brawn of akashingo, the iron fist; and yet inji felt a camaraderie as she watches her unravel. she taps her nails against the earthen floor as she listens in a pious silence.
did he tell you that i asked him to marry me? she asks softly, mouth quivering. i-i wanted, i just want to love him. the way you're, like, supposed to love someone. y'know?