Darkness surounded them, safely, only permeated by the soft orange of a lonely candle, staying in the middle of the room. War is over, they thought, feeling their connection deepen again, after years of missing each other. Gently touching the pale skin of her truly loved one, Ginerva lays down, eyes closed, breathing mild. No wish of talking, even tho there was so much to say, but desire. Craving the body of her own goddess, consisting of natural beauty. Long white-blond hair runs through Ginerva's hand, rough from surviving. War is over, for a moment. A small spark of hope and peace after fighting so long..
-creating a scene between two of my characters just being together in silence
