"Kiss"- Tavra/Onica
She’s packing a crate of blankets when the tent flap opens. She already knows who it will be- Tavra had promised to check on her before her first voyage since the storm. She’s been pushing down memories of that terror all day, but something about Tavra’s mere presence relaxes her- it feels like warmth, like safety. She’s in her simple training garb, sleeves rolled up and hair mussed, and Onica tries not to smile at her too widely and make a complete fool of herself.
“All ready?” she asks, and Onica can hear the worried tremble in her voice, as well as how hard she’s trying to steady it. She swallows.
“Just about.” She sets the lid on the crate, and then there’s nothing between them but air that seems to freeze with anticipation. For a long moment, they say nothing.
Far-dreamers cannot see everything, and Onica surprises even herself when she leans in to press their lips together.
Tavra’s face turns a charming pink as she sputters wordlessly, and it’s nearly impossible not to kiss her again, even as her mind reminds her that yes, you just did that.
“We sail with the tide,” she says, picking up the crate, well aware of the burning of her own face. It might be a bit on the nose to wink- and she’s already reached her limit of daring today- but she allows herself one more glance back, and one more hopeful little smile. “I’ll be back soon.”
They’ll talk then. But for now, she has a little spark of that warmth and safety to carry with her out on the lonely sea.