: FLOWERS FOR CHIVALRY : for zapnap

[windbursting]

[ Jean hadn't been feeling very well for the longest time.

It had started with a little tickle that settled in her lungs; just the slightest tickle that caused her to cough and then scatter her mountains of Mondstadt paperwork everywhere. She was then forced to go around her office and gather it up. Then it progressed rather easily into little bits of white blossoms emerging from her mouth as she hiccupped uncontrollably.

Her best friend, Lisa would fuss over her which progressively made it feel better and also worse, if that was even possible to begin with. Tea was shoved at her which she dutifully drank, though she stoically said that it was probably just some sort of cold that was excessively hard to shove away-- but it was hard not to want to sink into Lisa's ministrations and just let her take care of it all.

A trip to Diluc had him calling her an idiot, which she had no real clue what he meant. Instead he'd shoved some fire whiskey at her and told her it may help ease it a little bit. She ignored of course the fact that she could catch some petals coming from his own lips.

Was what she had catching? ]

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[ Lisa was the fair lady that Jean had always loved; it was true. And perhaps come their rendezvous in Lisa's room, such would be revealed within the light outside of the Knight's mind. Every Knight needed a Lady, that was in all of the fairytales and Jean had read much of them-- so in her heart, on that pedestal there had been Lisa.

Except she was now going to find out that the effigy that she had all but set up a shrine too would be so much better in the flesh; a living breathing woman who was warm to the touch and who would feel like beating reality in her arms. ]

Lead on then, Lisa-- I look forward to whatever this is between us and I ah.. well, I would like permission to kiss you again very soon.

[ Her voice, normally direct and forthright, held a little note of breathless anticipation where that wonderment had set in. ]

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[Lisa will indeed lead on, her hand in Jean's, heading back through the familiar Mondstadt streets. And thank goodness her feet knew this path with a sort of muscle memory because her mind was racing elsewhere, thinking of how nice it felt to be holding hands with Jean, thinking how much she wished there were no gloves in the way of feeling those hands.

Well, time for that later.

She glanced over with a smile playing over her lips.]

Mm... you definitely have permission.

[She shouldered into the other woman gently.] In fact, you can consider it an order, Acting Grand Master.

[Did Jean outrank her as the humble librarian? In theory yes, but Lisa rather thought she could get away with this.]

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[ Oh did Lisa ever have permission to pull rank on her, and well now that they had much to discuss, Jean did not mind having Lisa boss her around-- in fact, the thought filled her with no small feeling of heat that added to the flush across her cheeks. Even though Lisa had been calling the shots in their friendship, it was because the livewire had always been Lisa, ever since they were girls in school.

She imagined pulling Lisa close, pressing her lips against her friend's once again.

But also she wasn't immune to thoughts of going out for dinner dates, for picnics in the park, all of those little things that were what girlfriends did. Though perhaps that was rushing the gun a little bit; they'd admitted feelings not if they were going to do anything about it-- and Jean was not someone who rushed in head first but rather strategized. ] I'm fine with that, my Lady Lisa.

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[Careful, Jean. Lisa did not need to find that out -- she would, of course. And she'd have more fun with it than she had any right to. For now though, she was still caught in the trying to believe this is real stage.

She was also thinking about kissing more though, about finding themselves alone and indulging in getting to know the taste of the other woman's lips intimately. Maybe find out just how deep Jean could blush.

And yes, picnics and dinner dates and walking hand in hand. Quiet afternoon tea at the cafe. Making sure to interrupt Jean's workaholic tendencies to make sure the other woman was taking care of herself as a human being. ...Lisa was already quite convinced they were going to pursue this. The hard part was the admitting feelings, wasn't it?

She looked over at being called my lady, lifting her free hand to her lips to cover the smile that blossomed.]

I think I like that very much, being your lady.

Their path took them back to Lisa's quaint little home.]

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[ Lisa had been here several times, but it felt different-- it felt like they were walking a familiar path but as different people, with the warmth of Lisa's hand in her own and the way that the scent of flowers never seemed sweeter. And then there was Lisa, her sweet fragrant blossom-- how many times had she sat at her desk, and then Lisa had walked by and she'd caught the faintest scent of hair that teased at her.

How many times had she longed for just a look, flirtatious though it may be.

It felt endless the yearning she'd indulged in. ] Mmmhmmm..

[ And Jean dared to brush her thumb lightly against the side of Lisa's hand, hands that were still so soft despite holding a sword with practiced ease. ]

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[That small touch sent a thrill, more electric than the power of her Vision, racing over her skin and settling in a flutter in her heart. Her brave, beautiful knight. This was going to be dangerous for her not being in a swoon constantly.

Lisa stepped forward as they approached the door, leaning her back against it. She reached her free hand out to catch at Jean's collar and tug the other woman close.]

Kiss?

[Question? Maybe. But probably more of a demand.]

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[ That could've been a demand for all that Jean was concerned but then she was tugged into Lisa's magical orbit once again and then their bodies flushed as she leaned down at hunted down those lips with her own, this time her mouth parted over the other woman's and the collar of her outfit was gripped in manicured hands.

Jean went willing, a fucking simp for this girl and quite content with her fate.

Perhaps she would call in tomorrow. She had not taken a unscheduled day off in at least a few years, perhaps she would treat herself? All she could think about was lounging about with Lisa-- and the fact that the both of their absences would be mutually noted was the furthest thought from her head.

Tea and fire whiskey, this was what Lisa tasted like, it was positively addictive. ]