[ the apology feels lazy, a plaster that can't possibly heal the wound she's casually picked at, but it's earnest in its own way. she turns to look at him; in the dim twilight, under the milky light of the moon and the stars, mon-el's skin nearly glows.
carefully, hesitantly, kara leans over to press her lips to his cheek. the touch lingers for a moment, soft and sweet, and she smiles against his skin before pulling away. ]
Thanks for dancing with me, by the way.
[ maybe it's a change of topic. it's not very subtle, but it's an attempt. ]
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[ the apology feels lazy, a plaster that can't possibly heal the wound she's casually picked at, but it's earnest in its own way. she turns to look at him; in the dim twilight, under the milky light of the moon and the stars, mon-el's skin nearly glows.
carefully, hesitantly, kara leans over to press her lips to his cheek. the touch lingers for a moment, soft and sweet, and she smiles against his skin before pulling away. ]
Thanks for dancing with me, by the way.
[ maybe it's a change of topic. it's not very subtle, but it's an attempt. ]