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Sun-warmed skin underfoot, the scent of clean flesh and sex on the air.
The living land slopes gently into a hill to the east, splits into ridges of wriggling glistening flesh to the south, and extends off to the nubbly horizon to the west. To the north? A slimy yonic gap, leading back down into the red.
It's quiet, but for the faint schilck of wet flesh slowly sliding against wet flesh, the Pink softly adjusting itself to greet the day.
Lilian gives Lightning another squeeze.
“If you’d like to be alone, I can do that. But if you’d prefer to have company in the pit, or someone to hug you after you scream or while you nap, I’d rather stay.”
"I'm gonna go find a pit for a few hours. It- They're kind of simple in some ways and simple. Is good right now."
Hug.
"Find me when you want to go. Tassif will be able to."
Lilian gives what she hopes is a comforting smile. “Okay, I’ll do that.”
And off she goes. She’s concerned, of course she is. But she’s not going to inflict herself on someone who’d rather process their grief alone. The fact that their method of processing it is a bit odd doesn’t change that.
She hopes Lightning will be okay. She’s lost a lot. More than anyone else she’s ever known.
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