Wrath’s lips parted in the silent night, as l’s sincere request pried open her mask of indifference.
Her grip on her katana loosened, her cheek leaning more towards l’s caring touch.
She has missed this warmth just as the Saintess did.
"What will those words amount to?" Wrath uttered. "A confession of what I feel? Or a testant to my resolve?"
l’s gleaming eyes t Wrath’s dim grey gaze. It was as if her sincerity could not sway her stubbornness.
Yet the Witch of Lust’s smile deepened, her voice barely a whisper. "There’s nothing deep to it, Wrath."
l slowly pulled herself towards Wrath, her movents deliberate and gentle.
Her lavender witch hat slipped to the side as she leaned in, their noses nuzzling against each other, with l’s palm firmly pressing against Wrath’s cheek.
She murmured. "How you feel. How you hesitate. Please set them aside for my tiny request, just this once."
A small gasp escaped Wrath’s lips. l’s tenderness was too soft and gentle, like a pool so deep and calm that one step would drown her, pulling her back to where she should belong.
She trembled beneath l’s touch, their hair interwining: Grey with pink, past against present.
Wrath glanced away, her cheeks flushing a little more than usual. "You should’ve...kept your distance."
"Really? But I don’t feel you’re repulsed by it?" l chuckled. "What of do you truly reject? My curiosity? My intimacy? Or..."
The Witch of Lust closed the distance again, their lips almost touching. "My desire for you?"
l admitted to herself that she was never a dramatic person.
Once again, the Witch of Lust’s simplicity amounted to nothing but Harem, save the world, kisses, and hugs.
Plots laced with depthful ambition had never been her territory. And words disguised without sincerity were never hers to begin with.
So, she asked once again. "Three simple words, Wrath."
Wrath’s breath hitched in her throat. l’s request was a siren call, drawing her back to a whirlpool of emotions.
As if relinquishing the final string, her hand wrapped around l’s waist.
Their gazes still locked at each other, their lips threatening to press in with a simple lean forward.
Her breaths shuddered as she spoke. "I’ve been avoiding you, l."
Wrath would admit she was no longer the warrior she once was, especially in matters of love.
"There’s sothing I did that I would never truly forgive myself for."
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes squinting like l’s.
"But in the end, I wish to be that protector once more."
Their hot breaths mingled with each other, her dimd grey eyes finally gleaming with hope.
"The protector... that was once cherished."
l was caught in Wrath’s softened gaze, their unspoken history lting into sothing vulnerable.
Her palm slid gently to the back of Wrath’s head, fingers threading into her hair beneath her hood.
Wrath, for the first ti, finally smiled as she confessed. Perhaps her guilt. Perhaps her desire is just like l’s.
"I love you, l."
With no more words between them, their lips t.
It was a gentle yet passionate exchange, their mouths biting into each other with ferventness.
l didn’t know what ca over her, or rather, she couldn’t quite understand it.
Still, she now knew that Wrath’s lips tasted of burnt ashes, yet were tinged with a refreshing hint of mint.
She eventually whimpered into Wrath’s kiss, her clutch over her hair tightening.
Then, with a clank, they paused.
l’s eyes, filled with a mix of regret and frustration, flicked down to the katana that had slipped from Wrath’s grasp.
Pouting, the Witch of Lust muttered, "Too nervous?"
Yet as if unaware of her frustration, Wrath’s expression froze.
She pulled back against l’s grasp before touching her lips.
However, her hazy mind failed to fully register the taste of her kiss. She was too imrsed, longing for l’s touch, like in the distant past, before her entrapnt in the .
Wrath hung her head to calm herself, then kneeled to pick up her katana.
"In one more day, after tonight, the cult will strike."
She declared this as she turned her back on l. Though her cheeks didn’t show it, she knew she was blushing fiercely inside.
Wrath prided herself on being a resolute warrior. For that reason, she refused to let l see her blush. Not now, not ever!
She retook a deep breath. "You must awaken before then."
Hearing the usual amused hum from behind, she strolled away from l, steps quicker than normal as if to escape.
The Witch of Lust giggled, knowing full well how flustered Wrath was. Just as her tease almost ca out, Wrath stopped in her tracks.
Wrath’s resolute voice echoed in l’s ears. "This ti, I will protect you up close. I promise."
l’s eyes fixed on her. Despite the back that seed closer than ever, Wrath’s mystique still pulled her in.
With a slight grin, her light steps drifted towards Wrath. "Is it now? I fully look forward to it."
l stopped before her hand stretched, prying open the hood slightly.
She almost laughed again upon the revealed, reddened ear, but chose to hold back as she leaned in.
Pecking at the ear, she whispered against it. "Next ti, try to kiss without asking."
The kiss surprised l, but she wished Wrath would plead for it next ti, instead of her having to initiate.
Wrath glanced over her shoulder. l’s eyes were as she rembered: Perverted, mischievous, yet tender with a hint of warmth.
She let out a defeated sigh. "Maybe I should rather avoid you for any accident."
"Oh. That can’t be!" l held her lips, feigning sadness. "You should’ve taken responsibility. I also count you as a lover now, you know?"
The familiar banter echoed in Wrath’s mind as she waved her hand, walking off into the distance.
"Sure, l."
The Witch of Lust’s golden eyes watched as Wrath’s back disappeared into where the moonlight didn’t reach, before letting out a relieved chuckle.
Master, Ed just received a clue about the Cultists’ plots... Master?
Oh. Nyxia.
Listening to Nyxia’s in her mind, l turned her back to the night as she walked away, her hand reaching up to reel back her Witch hat and brush off the dust.
Sorry. Continue the report?
She looked forward to their next eting, truly.
l made a silent prayer in her heart.
Unbeknownst to her, a certain Saintess watched the scene with a furrowed brow.
Though Wrath reunited with l, the Saintess only clasped her hands tighter in worry.
It is not my place to judge, but to watch over l, she reminded herself, just as she had decided long ago.
Glancing at the Goddess statue before her, the Saintess closed her eyes again.
May Wrath’s wish to protect l be respected... just as mine will be, forever.
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