The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Haliel Lightsong]

"I'm just a person," Haliel whispers, nearly pleading.

[Marian Hawke]

"No just about it. You're the most compassionate, radiant, good person I've ever met. That's all I'm trying to say."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"But- even if that is true, it doesn't make me better. Doesn't mean I'm worth me than you or anyone else. That's just who I am. I don't... please don't... not be my friend. Please. It doesn't matter who I descended from. I just... I want to help people. I want to be your friend. I want you to be my friend."

[Marian Hawke]

"But you are," she says, in a harsh whisper. "People love to talk about equality, but it's not true. Uryll loves all creatures, great and small, but every wolf kills a hundred deer, and that mabari puppy is worth more than I would fetch as a slave-price. People aren't all worth the same. You're worth a lot, and I'm barely worth anything. It's not my place to touch you, to have you, only to serve you. We can be friends, but no more."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"But why?" Haliel demands, despite not being sure she even wants whatever more is. Or is capable of it. "Why would you punish us both because of some arbitrary value scale? One I don't understand or agree with even?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Because wanting more, reaching for more, only hurts us both," she snaps, but she sounds tired, sad, under the anger. "Just like today. Just like always."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Then let me reach with you. I can't promise it won't hurt. That more will be right for both of us. I've never... done anything... more. I don't know anything more than just the very driest of anatomical explanations of... any of that and all I know of romance is from ballads and gossip. But I would try, with you. Together."

[Marian Hawke]

"Do you want... more? With me?" asks Marian, very quietly.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel bites her lip, then shrugs helplessly. "I don't know. I don't know what more would be. How it would feel or... anything. But I trust you. I... I've never wanted to try before you."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian almost refuses again. She gathers her will to refuse, to push harder to make Haliel see the differences between them..

And then she glances up, into Haliel's earnest, pleading eyes.

She drops her defenses then, closing her eyes briefly. Maybe... maybe we can try. Maybe it can work. Maybe--

She reaches forward, tucking some of Haliel's hair behind her ear. She moves closer, takes a deep breath, and gently kisses the aasimar, praying her lips deliver the message her tongue cannot. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

For a second, Haliel had thought Marian was going to turn away. Give up. And then she closed her eyes and seemed almost to pray for just an instance. The scribe rising up to kiss after that was almost expected and yet still a wonderful surprise. Her lips are cool and a little wet at first, but then, most people feel cool to the touch to Haliel. 

Soft. A little rough, on the bottom- she needs to stop biting her lip so often, it's roughing the skin. Strange really, that texture. And having her so close, right in my face, is... slightly unsettling. Still... this feels... nice. Having her right here, right against me. Absently, Haliel places one hand firmly on Marian's hip and her right snakes around to embrace the smaller woman. Oh, this is even better. The faint warmth of her against me. The weight of having someone so close. Her scent, the taste of her breath... Strange and new but... I think I like it.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian swallows, pressing in close, and probes with her tongue, sliding open her lips as she does. God, she smells so-- I just want to--

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel tenses at the first touch but yanks her head back when the tip of Marian's tongue slips into her mouth. She doesn't pull her hands away or step back, but her mouth is twisted in a grimace, much like one would if they had accidently eaten a bit of hair or the like.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian steps back at once, dropping her gaze. Stupid-- shouldn't have -- ignorant bastard, worthless half-breed, should have drowned you at birth -- "Sorry," she whispers, turning toward the door.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Lightsong reaches up to her mouth, expression a conflicted mess. "I- what- was that your tongue? Why did-" She shakes her head, confused. "Wait, where are you going?"