The steady rhythm of Qatrand's chest rising and falling, as fingers continued with gentle strokes through Elua's hair, both pushed away and eroded millennia of doubt. For minutes, the ancient cultivator allowed herself to simply exist in the warmth of her beloved husband-wife's arms. It was so comfortable and relaxing that she didn't bother to fight away any of her idle thoughts.
'It's fine to think of *things*, as long as I don't actually do them~'
Each soft scratch of nails on the brunette's scalp felt like it scraped away more and more - of her worry, her urges, and her shame. The swordswoman sucked in a deep breath and sighed before her low voice rumbled out. She hated to ruin the nice mood, but she didn't want to let a question linger in her thoughts.
"El. What eventually happened to that person? The one you... influenced."
I like how I woo'd and complained about spending too many chapters on a set of days and then wrote so long about this one meeting! I most certainly am a hypocrite whose mood shifts on the daily.
But it's fun to write fluff amid the bit of melodrama, so I'm quite okay with it.
When making the title, my first idea was a bad pick-up line like so:
"You Must Be An Acid, Because You're Dissolving My Regrets~"
Instead, it's now a cheesy but appropriately chemistry based romantic pun that places the Acid part more appropriately on El herself. Making sentence length titles is fun!
Salty-sweet isn't the worst way to describe Qat, I suppose. Mostly the latter, but sugar is neutral~
It might also be a trap for unwary evil ghosts.