Aleysia sat in front of the tv at Owens' household, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of tea, as an obvious feeling of longing etched itself across her delicate features. Only a few days had passed since she had last seen Medusa, the older woman who had so deeply won her heart, and the loss was already having an unpleasant effect on her.
It was an odd knowledge for Aleysia, who had never before experienced the depths of an intimate connection. The idea of a relationship, particularly one with someone so captivating and mysterious as Medusa, was both thrilling and terrifying.
She had managed the unfamiliar things of this new relationship with a mixture of nervousness and reverence, sometimes her youthful innocence clashing with the intensity of her feelings, just like today.
