"You have such wonderful hair," the slight girl with the intense eyes whispers as she runs her fingers through aforementioned hair, and Fletcher is trying her level best not to just collapse on the spot.

"Uh," Fletcher says rather awkwardly after a moment. "Thanks."

"You're rather wonderful in general, of course," the smaller, considerably older girl assures Fletcher. "Your hair is rather exceptionally fantastic, though."

Fletcher would laugh, probably, if the situation were any different, but right now, she's rather more focused on staying a sort of modicum of composed. "You're pretty awesome too, Caelie," she says softly and her hands shake as she reaches out to the other female and at the back of her mind there's the nagging reminder that she's about to have sex not only with a girl but with a dead one and that that should be so much more disturbing than it is.

Caelie is mostly thinking about how much lovelier Fletcher is when she's not talking in her quick, nervous, stuttering way, so instead of gracing the muttered remark with a proper answer, she makes sure that Fletcher will stop speaking presently.

Fletcher, to her credit, cooperates with a remarkable amount of enthusiasm.


A/N: Regardless of gender, Fletcher/Caelan will forever and always be my OTP.

~Mademise Morte, September 9, 2012.