A Treasure Hunt, of a sort

[vicioussweetie]

Aisling sat at one of the work tables in Sasha's workshop. With the door shut, she knew it was unlikely anyone would happen upon her, and counted on the discretion of those who could find her to leave her undisturbed. There were no windows or drafts to provide distraction

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[chill_whispers]

Sasha is in the parlor, carefully arranging pins in one finger of a glove-form. Hearing Alison's approach, she tucks the faux hand into her work basket and readies a smile for when her dear one comes into the room.

[vicioussweetie]

She stops in the doorway as her form bleeds back into her human body, fingers tight on the carefully-wrapped bundle in her arms for a moment as she gazes at Sasha. After the moment's confusion passes, she crosses the room and offers the item to her beloved.

[chill_whispers]

Sasha looks inquiringly up to her beloved as she receives the bundle, her hands cradling it with a care that matches what Alison displayed. "Thank you, love. Is this what you have been busy with?"

[vicioussweetie]

She nods, smiling proudly. "Would you test it for me?"

[chill_whispers]

"I would consider it a privalige, my darling." She rises, holding the mirror to her chest like a precious relic--its weight demands the use of both arms. "Is there anywhere you feel would be especially suited to this first time?"

[vicioussweetie]

She shakes her head faintly. "Wherever you're most comfortable?"

[chill_whispers]

Inclining her head in a nod, Sasha glides through the house to the attic, deftly evading the tangles of silvery old webs--and if Ali watches carefully, she might see the trick to making her way through them intact, as well. There, amid the musty, indistinct lumps of old boxes and cloth-covered furniture, sits a rickety-looking table surrounded by a few chairs that look as though they should collapse under their own weight. They are not quite so fragile as they look, however, as Sasha demonstrates when she places the bundle carefully upon the table and settles to a seat, at last opening the cloth to see what lies inside. Even for her, her voice is soft with awe when she speaks: "oh, love... you have wrought a wonder."

[vicioussweetie]

Ali follows slowly, carefully trying to avoid disturbing anything. It takes her a good deal longer to reach the table, and she's barely arrived when Sasha speaks, and though she doesn't answer right away she's blushing from the praise when she sits across from her love. "I'm glad you approve."

[chill_whispers]

Sasha leans down toward the mirror, her loose hair falling around it, sliding against the dark glass with an almost musical hiss. She exhales a slow breath on the mirror's surface, clouding it with a whisper of "show me." She focuses her thoughts on Ali, and the previous year's February 14th, straightening up as she gazes intently into the mirror.

[vicioussweetie]

And the mirror shows her what she wants to see. Which probably isn't something that should be discussed in public.

[chill_whispers]

She smiles, a hint of color reaching her cheeks as she murmurs, "I believe that this could be called a success." She doesn't hold the image long before relaxing her focus and letting it fade. "Shall we try another?"

[vicioussweetie]

"If you'd like, beloved. It's yours, after all..."

[chill_whispers]

Sasha blinks, surprised. "Oh, love... thank you!" She seeks one of Ali's hands with one of her own, putting the love and gratitude that goes beyond mere words into her eyes, letting her darling see what even all her love of language is insufficient to say.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali smiles, adding a slight pressure on Sasha's hand to encourage her beloved to move closer. "You're welcome, my love."

[chill_whispers]

And so, move closer she does, rising from her chair to settle into a seat beside Ali, slipping an arm around her and seeking her lips in a tender kiss.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali is discontent with that, and before kissing her, Ali lifts Sasha into her lap. Only then does Sasha get kisses. Many, many sweet and wonderful kisses.