A slight grin returned Marisol's, what could almost be thought of as a sheepish expression crossing her features. "Forgive me, Marisol - as much of a roller coaster as the Prytaneum has been, I had not in my wildest dreams anticipated finding..." What were the words for what was happening? Rose could sing a love song until her throat cracked, but their situation was unique. It was the start of a blossom, not yet a full bloom, but they both saw that it had the potential to be something beautiful. "...this."

Rose felt herself relax, head bowed comfortably, eyes closing with the warm hands on her cheeks. Her own hands lifted to cup the ones that held her, the smile she wore small and enthralled. If she did have words, they were gone with the soft scent of Marisol's closeness and the unexpected but very welcome touch of lips near hers, her heart fluttering like a caged bird against her breast. There was a very intriguing play about Marisol, a softness and a tautness, utterly engrossing that pulled all the right notes out of Rose, effortlessly. Blue eyes opened briefly, and with the smile still slightly there, she pressed her lips against the same corner of the dancer's mouth, lingering, memorizing the moment.

If she died, this would threaten to topple her success as a songstress as the last thing she'd want to remember: this moment of safety, clarity - of a soft promise shared. Perhaps the first time in her life.

"It will," she promised the dancer warmly, one hand moving to cup Marisol's face in turn, her gaze full of wonder and tenderness, "because we both desire it to." Her thumb traced delicately over the other's cheek. "Thank you, for this -- all of this," her smile flickered to a dimple, "it's certainly more than I dared to hope for. A most remarkable surprise, indeed."

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