Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Fading since we have a new one <3

Reverie felt a familiar fluttering in her chest as Moss spoke. Dread, a pace car on the warming of her heart; she knew she could not nurture this feeling. Not while she still loved Lestan, and she always would.
But... I'm glad you're here too, She meant that, more than she ought to. Reverie smiled and shifted to settle a little closer. She would enjoy Moss's company in silence for as long as the other woman wished it, adding soft comments every now and then; nothing meant to inspire a response, just idle words to fill the space when it seemed appropriate. When they parted ways, she found herself disappointed, but quickly soothed herself with the notion of finding Lestan.
But she couldn't shake the budding wish that he understood her as much as Moss seemed to.