what could be sweeter

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta had needed to get the hell out of the compound. There were too many people on edge, there was F to look for- and not find, which was even worse than finding her- and in general she was just tired and annoyed and feeling strangely harassed. The hot springs helped. She'd gone, found them pleasantly free of people (though it was the

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[headline_maker]

Sacharissa had taken her time making her way up the path to the hut. No matter how often she made the walk, the view never grew any less beautiful for its familiarity. At last, she ducked through the doorway, lifting her head to Maladicta with a smile. "You look well-rested," she said.

[dishabille_mal]

"That was the idea," Maladicta sighed, turning her head to see Sacharissa in the doorway, and smiled immediately and without conscious thought.

"I needed to be somewhere quiet, with no paperwork, and no crazy people. No breaking mirrors, no biting, none of it. I never thought I'd bother with it, but sometimes I do wish we had days off."

[headline_maker]

"It's hard to have a weekend when you're a volunteer," Sacharissa agreed. Usually this didn't bother her, however. She often found she had more free time even than she would have liked. It was difficult, some days, to fill the hours at the paper when they were no longer printing daily.

Crossing the room, she moved to sit beside Maladicta, bending to press a kiss to the top of her head as she did so.

[dishabille_mal]

Maladicta smiled a little, then tilted her head back, stretching her throat, to catch Sacharissa's mouth for a moment, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

"Mmn," she sighed, letting her head fall back against the sheets.

"Unfortunately so."