This is probably not canon in any way
It wasn’t as if they had intentionally sought one another out. They both simply seemed to know, to have simultaneously realized that even in a place as large as the DR, not seeing someone for days straight meant they had left. The loss was twofold in a way, for both of them, but neither dwelt on that. Neither had much use for words at the moment, though they were both naturally inclined towards them.
Instead they drowned themselves in one another’s touch, fingers grasping, stroking; tearing at each other. It was muffled moans and dark corners of a hallway, hushed curses and slicked, rocking hips. It was scratches down each other’s backs, pulled hair and kisses that were more devouring than sensual.
In the morning they’d both be gone. Dressed and acting the same as they always did, as if nothing had been taken from them. But right now was not the morning, and it was Miranda who broke the silence first, hiding her face in her arms.
“...It hurts, Lavi. I didn’t know I loved him this much.”
His single gold eye swiveled to regard her. “He’ll come back, yeah?”
There was another long stretch of silence and then she nodded; unconvinced. “Yeah.”
He didn’t call her out on the lie; just thread his fingers through her hair. “Th’ original use for the word ‘passion’... It means t’ suffer.”
She didn’t answer him, nor did he expect her to. But somehow, she took solace in those words.
Instead they drowned themselves in one another’s touch, fingers grasping, stroking; tearing at each other. It was muffled moans and dark corners of a hallway, hushed curses and slicked, rocking hips. It was scratches down each other’s backs, pulled hair and kisses that were more devouring than sensual.
In the morning they’d both be gone. Dressed and acting the same as they always did, as if nothing had been taken from them. But right now was not the morning, and it was Miranda who broke the silence first, hiding her face in her arms.
“...It hurts, Lavi. I didn’t know I loved him this much.”
His single gold eye swiveled to regard her. “He’ll come back, yeah?”
There was another long stretch of silence and then she nodded; unconvinced. “Yeah.”
He didn’t call her out on the lie; just thread his fingers through her hair. “Th’ original use for the word ‘passion’... It means t’ suffer.”
She didn’t answer him, nor did he expect her to. But somehow, she took solace in those words.