a cinematic shot of sawako and wyra embracing each other in a soft, post-cake making moment
the mammets clanged and clamoured in return to their restful wait for the next fools who dared enter the pâtisserie. in the centre sat sawako & wyra's cakes, hurried and unsteady and a bit under-done, but pillars of their affection in nutritious, sweetened form they were nonetheless. the two took a moment to themselves before they made their exit, wyra scooping a bit of frosting from sawako's cheek with a finger that she would lick clean before pulling her beloved in close. sawako's hand made way to brush aside wyra's hair, which had fallen forward in the bustle of cake making, to find full her eye to greet her own
"bit dogshite, innit?" sawako chuckled. wyra's lips cracked a wide smile
"aye, nothin' much to look at," she replied, smacking the frosting-tipped tongue behind her mouth with a pleased flick. "still tastes damned good, if i could say so."
sawako leaned in, her gaze never breaking nor blinking as she did so. "aye. 's 'ow aet tastes tha' counts..." the xaela closed the gap between them, and locked her lips into wyra's, peeling them apart with her tongue to find out how wyra's tasted with a touch of buttercream and lemon. a flavour both would agree to be divine
the taste of sweet victory (even if the cakes *were* a bit rubbish)
w/ @lightblooms.bsky.social 's wyra 💗💗💗
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