Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

*cracks knuckles* awright lets see how well my dissociative ass can identify love

what does love mean to you?

oh; this was a loaded question. for a moment nazli withdraws her touch, she's stricken, slack-jawed for a breath before collecting herself. well, it... it is different for everyone. and there are so many kinds.

but racharra wanted to know about romantic love, surely? the hemet considered the best way to explain this.

for me, love is... being seen.

it is not just acknowledgement; it is not praise for good work, or compliments. i know i am loved because i am known on such a... a deep level, i suppose is the best way to put it. it felt like too much to explain; this was certainly something to be felt, and racharra would one day experience it, nazli was certain.

she was a lovely girl.

it is the feeling of waking up and feeling safe.
it is the trust shared between two people, the kind that takes away the need for words.
the yearning to be with someone, even if it means being silent together, or singing together, or dancing; just being there.

she had begun to wax poetic! her face burned and she loosed an awkward little laugh, shaking some of the tension from ehr shoulders; her forelock bouncing. it is hard to describe, but when you feel it, you—feel it. there is nothing else that compares. you will know it when it is time.

nazli thought now of @Senmut with such a warmth that she was positively radiant.