The rain poured relentlessly, wrapping the world in a cocoon of gray. A sudden gust of wind and rain forced Risha and Sol to pause, breaking them out of their shared moment. Breathless and soaked, they exchanged a glance, a mix of realization and quiet laughter passing between them. They both understood what had just happened—something that couldn't be ignored.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, a low, steady hum that seemed to echo the unspoken tension between Risha and Sol. Inside Risha's apartment, the air was thick—not just with the humidity of the storm but with something deeper, something unyielding that neither of them could ignore anymore.
"We should go inside," Sol said softly, her voice almost lost in the rhythm of the rain.
Risha glanced down at herself, then back at Sol with a sheepish smile. "Yeah, oh God, I'm half soaked."
A crack of thunder suddenly split the sky, and as if on cue, the lights flickered before plunging the apartment into darkness. Sol immediately hugged Risha.
"Well, that's dramatic timing," Risha smiled, her nerves easing. "Let's get inside, Sol"
They went inside, sat on the sofa. "Stay here," Sol said, her voice steady. "I'll grab us something to drink. Wine would be perfect in this weather."
Risha peeled off her half-soaked shirt, revealing the tee she wore underneath. She hesitated, fingers brushing the hem of the damp fabric, debating whether to take it off as well. Her gaze flicked to Sol, whose hair glistened with droplets but whose clothes were only lightly dampened.
Even as an immortal, Risha felt the pull of mortal desires, the way her heart quickened and her thoughts blurred in Sol's presence. The soft lighting of the room and the sound of rain outside seemed to amplify the moment, making it feel both intimate and surreal.
She took a steadying breath, her decision clear. Risha knew what she wanted, and for the first time, she wasn't going to let fear or hesitation hold her back.
Sol returned with two glasses of wine, her damp hair framing her flushed face. She handed one to Risha and sat beside her, their knees brushing lightly. Sol's gaze lingered for a moment as she noticed Risha's tee and somehow it revealed the outline of her figure underneath. A playful smile tugged at her lips as she quipped,
"Nice tee"
But as her eyes wandered, Sol's breath hitched slightly. For the first time, she truly noticed the soft, graceful curves of Risha's figure, like something out of a painter's dream. The way the fabric clung to her, accentuating her chest, was almost ethereal—she looked like a divine goddess, radiant even in her casual vulnerability.
Realizing where her thoughts had wandered, Sol quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks warming. She cleared her throat, trying to mask her sudden flustered state.
Risha caught the momentary shift in Sol's expression and tilted her head curiously. "What?" she asked with a hint of mischief, noticing Sol's uncharacteristic quietness.
"Nothing," Sol said, her voice a touch higher than usual. "Just... you should change into something dry before you catch a cold. Oh, your drink."
"I don't want to drink this, Sol," Risha said, placing her palm gently on Sol's face. Sol stilled under her touch, her heart skipping at the tender gesture. For a moment, she almost gave in to the magnetic pull between them but quickly regained her composure.
"A little bit of this won't hurt you, dear Rish," Sol said with a playful smile. As she moved to pour wine into Risha's glass, Risha stopped her hand. The warmth of Risha's touch was impossible to ignore for Sol. Sol froze, caught in the intensity of Risha's gaze and the quiet but undeniable energy radiating from her.
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Fates Entwined
FantasyRisha and Miri, cousins and immortal troublemakers, had always thrived on bending rules in their celestial realm. They pulled pranks on dignitaries, snuck out of formal gatherings, and reveled in their eternal youth. But their antics eventually cros...
