"...my hips hurt..."
"Do you need a massage, my wife?"
"Just...give me a smoke..."
As Demond sprawled on Adrei's pillows, Adrei chuckled as the ashes gathered within her fingertip for a cigarette before sipping it into the Witch's dried lips, the witch accepting it with a familiar hum.
"I must say...I never feel like myself when I'm with you." The bare Witch sighed a puff of smoke, the smoke lingering just like the question dangling in her mind. The smoke merged with the frozen scenery, now basking under the rising moonlight, poured a serene vagueness into the Witch's pooled mind.
"If that would offer you any comfort, I find myself the same." Adrei chuckled as she hugged the Witch tighter. "Perhaps fate allows us respite not to expose our true selves, but to exchange decades and differences for our eventual reunion."
"How romantic. Does that mean my old man self would be completely erased in favor of being your wife?" The Witch smirked, her cheek leaning into Adrei's body.
