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Anemone loved everything about her girlfriend.
She could spend hours gazing at her face, picking apart every detail and cherishing it, admiring her like a work of art, constantly finding new things she loved.
Her lips, which were full but small and curved at the top in an adorable cupid's bow that made them look like a heart. They were outlined with a darker version of her skin, and slowly faded inwards into a warm pink.
Anemone couldnt pay attention to anything else when those lips were talking to her, watching them part and form words spoken in a voice so smooth and so comforting that Anemone could hardly believe Tamarin would be so quiet around others, as she could listen to her talk all day and she could only imagine others would feel the same.
She would imagine those lips swollen from a flurry of kisses planted on them, the corners turned up into a soft smile that drove Anemone insane and made her want to kiss her girlfriend over and over again so she could be rewarded with the warmth of her smile and the pleased shiver that went through Anemones body at the sight of Tamarin so happy, like it was a drug, no, a necessity that Anemone couldnt live without, such as air or water, inhaling as much of it as possible and seeking out ways to double it in size.
Her eyes, though faulty, were the most beautiful eyes Anemone had seen
They were an icy blue that was somehow welcoming and warm but also cold and solidified when need be.
They had a pale white film over them, indicating her blindness but also making her even more ethereal, like Anemones own angel with eyes that saw much less but much more of the world around them.
They still showed emotion, even more than other peoples eyes, as Tamarin never held back in her facial expressions because she wasnt able to see them herself, adding an extra adorable flair to her reactions when Anemone did something nice for her.
The way her eyebrows shot up and caught in creases before hitting her hairline when she reads some of Anemones poems, written in braille and extra sappy in just the way Tamarin likes.
The way the underside of her nose was marked with permanent smile lines, carved deeper and deeper into her beautiful face as an indication for every time her lips turned up and pushed up her cheeks to cover the bottom parts of her eyes, screwing them shut.
And every single day Anemone found a new thing to fall in love with about her girlfriends expressions.
She loved her girlfriends skin, which was a soft brown with freckles like stars splattered over the bridge of her nose, similar to hot chocolate that wasn't fully mixed, causing tiny bits of cocoa to float up and spread around in the unique spattering pattern that was just a detail on Tamarin's masterpiece of a face,
Her hair, which often changes colors because of the power bestowed upon RainWings at birth, was usually settled on a loud hot pink or yellow for Anemones favorite colors. Ironic, as those were her favorite colors because they were the colors she saw her love wearing when they first met, and when she had tripped and started falling, farther and farther down until she hit rock bottom, unable to get up. But Anemone didn't want to get up.
It was coiled and carefully styled every morning with the help of Anemone,and though she had done the same thing to some of her brothers with hair on the curlier side, she was always astonished at how stunning her girlfriend turned out in the end.
She loved her nose, which was greek and faded into a lovely arch and a button tip that could have been put in the louvre or admired on some sort of old timey painting from the renaissance.
She loved how Tamarin would wear tube tops that accentuated her long arms and showed her collarbones that made Anemone want to take her finger and trace them over and over and over again until she had how they felt and looked imprinted in her mind.
She loved everything about Tamarin.
Everything