pharmercy + ilios + kissing
The sea is effervescent, foam crashing against the shoreline sand, like bubbles from a child’s soapy wand; the sun is more radiant than any other light source or star - but not quite as radiant as Fareeha, laughing, arms clasped tight around Angela’s middle and they are falling, falling - in love, maybe - into something else; the ocean; straight out of the clear, blue sky.
“Fareeha!” Angela shouts, her heart racing quick against the fragile flesh of her chest, her laughter like chimes, the wind rushing past both their faces in a gust of salty air, whipping hair and stray bits of clothing. They are a flag, or a leaf, or a streamer - free things.
My god, thinks Angela, utterly in bliss; for the first time - unable to articulate her thoughts. The crystal, calcium-copper of the Raptora’s colors, mirrored on Fareeha’s bathing-suit (too bright for a battle field) seems to finally belong - here, in Ilios, picturesque and yellow, blue, and orange. Purple sunsets and golden sunrises.
“Hold your breath,” Fareeha tells her. It can’t be below a shout, doesn’t sound above a whisper, but her voice is chuckling, sincerity and security; Angela does what she is asked - would do anything Fareeha ever asked of her.
Fareeha would never make her uncomfortable, would never demand of her what she wasn’t already willing to give.
They hit the water in an zealous splash. Air rushes out of Angela’s lungs and the light disappears for just a moment, replaced with a dull glow. The sound of bubbles fills her ears, and a rush of waves. She opens her eyes and it stings, but there is a curtain of rippling light above them where the sea distorts the rays of sun into a blanket of fractals; and there is Fareeha, still scrunching her eyes shut tight against the impact, hair flowing out in the current, tendrils and wisps - she’s so beautiful … Angela stops, hard stops, that’s all there is: she’s so beautiful.
It has to be pure stupid luck but Fareeha leans in on a whim and
her lips land on Angela’s, and
the little air remaining in Angela’s lungs finds its way into Fareeha’s mouth in a pleasant gasp and
a fit of giggles.
A second later they break the surface breathing hard and wiping their eyes of stray droplets; Angela smiling, Fareeha grinning, the world is warm, burning; moments - it’s just a moment, a month, a year; with Fareeha it feels like a lifetime.