• she's the priest's daughter, raised to never fall for a person like you. yet she did, she can't help but drag her fingers over your skin, her voice dancing into your mind like a toy train on loop. she'd never give you up, always finding away to press your skin with her favorite crystals, always dragging her finger through your hair while whispering how lucky she is to have you. currently, you two were resting on her couch, her body cuddled close to yours. •