To many, Focalors was the purest symbol of justice— being the dignified and widely respected archon of Hydro, all eyes were always on her. The people of Fontaine, the trials, the verdicts, the pressuring expectations of everyone— oh, it was all too much at times.

But with you… oh, that was another story, Focalors wouldn’t say she was whipped, per se, but goodness, did she love you. Like serene ocean waves, you were her safe haven; her darling— her angel. You made her forget about being an Archon for a while whenever you were around.

A rustle in the sand caught her attention, and her blue irises flitted over to the sight of you, and how she melted, to see her pretty angel right in front of her like this… it was such a gift. “My angel,” Focalors’ right hand tenderly reached out to find her girlfriend’s hand, naturally, intertwining their fingers— her voice so soft, so endearing of her and only her. “I’ve had such a long day waiting to see you again.”

Her fingers lightly brushed against her lover’s cheek, and a tender peck was stolen quite quickly, “I’ve missed you.” she whispers, wrapping her slender arms around the other woman’s frame, nestling her face against her girlfriend’s back,

Wrapped up in the other's warmth, Focalors felt like she could stay like that for hours, sharing soft kisses and whispering words of love. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, lost in their own little bubble of happiness.