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It took laying in bed for hours with Falin knocked out beside her for Marcille to realise how weird everything had been lately.
That was a stupid thought, of course everything had been weird.
Her… best friend had been eaten by a dragon, died, and then revived in the span of a week. But even during everything they went through, things didn't feel weird.
Things felt lonely.
She loved her party, she wouldn't stick around if she didn't. But without Falin… nothing felt right. She was sure she wasn't the only one who felt that way either, but it was different for her.
Falin shifted in her sleep and let out a relaxed sigh. God, had she missed that sound. They didn't sleep together often, but she'd had her fair share of sleepless nights. Having Falin nearby always coaxed her to sleep.
That was why she'd been having nightmares cause her… best friend was gone.
Oh who is she kidding?
She was absolutely in love with Falin! And there was no way everyone, excluding her of course, didn't know that already!
It was easier to be confident when they were both awake and her affection could be played as friendship.
But right now, in a move she'd later blame on sleepless delirium, she reached. Reached out of the blankets they were under and across the small but significant no-man's-land between them, and waited.
Waited for her to wake up afraid, or surprised or… disgusted.
Falin would never do that.
She should know that by now. Even if she didn't love her back, cruelty just wasn't in her nature.
For a minute, she let her soft exhales hit her palm before deciding it wasn't enough. Lightly, not nearly rough enough to rouse her from her sleep, Marcille dragged her fingers across her cheek.
Just as she'd remembered.
She was exactly how she was a week ago, yet, somehow even more beautiful than she'd ever been.
After drawing a few circles and hearts on her cheek, Marcille rested her entire palm against her face.
Falin had her eyes closed more often than not, but something about the unconsciousness of sleep made her look even more peaceful, but not lacking the liveliness she'd fallen in love with.
She rubbed her thumb along her cheek, and flicked a stray hair away.
In a low whisper, to the point she could hardly hear herself, she began to speak, “I…”
Falin roused, but didn't wake.
She sighed and continued, “You don't know how much I… how much I love you, Falin.” She blinked away the tears in her eyes and continued, “I don't think I could live without you… and I promise, I promise I'd fight a million dragons if it meant you'd never leave me again."
Part of her wanted Falin to wake up, to have heard her confession and to return her feelings. But she didn't.
And that was alright.
Slowly, slower than she'd out it there, she took her hand back and hid it under the blanket.
She'd tell her one day. Maybe not tonight, but one day.
”Maybe tomorrow."