Persephone's breathing was ragged, her pulse racing as desire and warmth poured through her. Ginny's skin was flushed, her lips insistent and enticing, making it nearly impossible for Persephone to gather her composure. Summoning a last bit of self-restraint, she gently buried her face against the latter's neck, taking a deep, steadying breath, feeling Ginny's heartbeat echo against her own.
"Ginny…" she murmured softly, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation as she lifted her head. She carefully placed the fresh clothes on the marble counter beside them. "I'm going to leave these here," she whispered, as if steadying herself as much as giving instructions, "and I'll wait for you outside so you can change."
I will not justify Persephone’s actions and decisions here, just as I won’t justify the time Ginny tried to play matchmaker between Persephone and Ariel. I need to be clear that Persephone and Ginny are not perfect. Even though they’re fictional characters, they still act like real people. They make mistakes and sometimes make the wrong decisions. This is their story of trying to outgrow those things.
And if some of you don’t prefer that I wrote them this way, that’s totally fine. You have the right to dislike something, and that’s completely understandable. As I mentioned before, this story focuses more on character development and telling a not-so-typical kind of love story.
But yeah, I’m very much open to criticism, and I’d love to read some of your thoughts.
See you all in the next chapter! Toodles!