[ That white-knuckled determination reminds Ilde of those boys in the firelight for a moment. The desperation to feel, for relief. It brings her an odd kind of nostalgia, the kind of sad memory that is not exactly pleasant but quaint in its own way. In this remembering, however, it seems obvious to Ilde that such desperation is of no use. She is just as guilty, had turned her head to meet with Angel out of utter overwhelming need for relief, but some things become clearer to her when Angel needs her guidance.
One stumbling deer leading the other in turns, growing a little stronger with each attempt. ]
(I will kiss you as I would like to be kissed. You will do the same. And we will learn.)
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One stumbling deer leading the other in turns, growing a little stronger with each attempt. ]
( I will kiss you as I would like to be kissed. You will do the same. And we will learn. )
[ Until they found each other in the middle. ]