Selthia was not going to take long to fade.
But it was a gradual process. Like ink dissolving in water, the edges of her figure were losing definition while Ren's interior space slowly reclaimed its golden quality, patient and inexorable.
Her features were still visible. Still readable…
The expression on them was something Ren didn't manage to catalogue in time.
"You were very rough with me," said Selthia, with that tone of hers that skipped dramatic inflection entirely and landed somewhere in the register of calm observation, someone stating a fact they find mildly interesting.
"Touching me all over like that was cruel."
A deliberate pause cleaning an unexisting tear.
"Though honestly…" her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile but occupied the same neighborhood, "...it didn't feel that bad. A new sensory experience."
Ren opened his mouth.
He closed it.
Not because he had no answer. He had an answer... Several, in fact.
