[ Slowly, Riza's head tilts further back on the lip of the tub. She's looking up at the kneeling Mey-Rin now, her eyes half-lidded and distant. She is remembering the SIN guard she shot and killed in the Down. Like the other men and women she's shot, he stands out starkly in her memory. He felt easier. Maybe because of the uniform it had been easier to turn him into a target. Something she's permitted to shoot. None of the Ishvalan fighters had worn uniforms. ]
Mey...
[ She murmurs the other woman's name softly. Reaches up with her hand again to cup the other's cheek. She doesn't want to think about the war or the SIN guard or anything to do with this whole mess of a city she's found herself in. Let the world be small just for now. It feels strange, still. Is she exercising her power over Mey-Rin in a way that's unhealthy? Would Mey-Rin even say no if Riza asked? She doesn't know. ]
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Mey...
[ She murmurs the other woman's name softly. Reaches up with her hand again to cup the other's cheek. She doesn't want to think about the war or the SIN guard or anything to do with this whole mess of a city she's found herself in. Let the world be small just for now. It feels strange, still. Is she exercising her power over Mey-Rin in a way that's unhealthy? Would Mey-Rin even say no if Riza asked? She doesn't know. ]
Kiss me?