So many positions, so much energy. By the end of it, Celeste’s entire body shook with fatigue. She was by far content just to lay between sister and wife upon the blankets. Curled up against Larka, the twin kept the elf’s back warm. How long had it been since she had a threesome with her wife? Then again, this was the first time in a long time that Celeste had been able to enjoy the effects of the solution in this manner.

Larka spoke softly, the words sunk heavily on her. Sitting up abruptly, she stared down at Larka with horror. ”You read my diary?!” Lirin tried to soothe her with light kisses on her shoulder, sweet murmurs, but Celeste ignored them as she watched Larka carefully. The bag was obtained, a book retrieved. It looked just like her journal. Silently, the book was handed over.

Flipping through, it looked identical to her own journal. Difference was that the replies from the journal were written in the ink while Celeste’s words seemed magically soaked into the pages. It was the exact opposite of Celeste’s journal. Slowly it came to her that the journal was not responding to her. Larka had been.

All those inner fears, secrets she wanted to tell Larka but couldn’t bring herself to voice them. Frustrations, and dreams, words she could not utter, everything was written in the journal. And Larka wrote back religiously every single time. Tears began to stream down her face as she threw herself over her wife, showering her in kisses. ”Ar lath ma, ar lath ma.”