[There's a feeling deep in Cassandra's chest that tightens it, makes breathing almost difficult for a moment. A realization; something born of the love in her heart and the woman nestled into her chest. So wild and strange that she never thought she'd feel it herself.
Cassandra wanted to marry this woman.]
I love you too, Elsa.
[But that thought is being tucked away for now. Left for her to focus on other, immediate things. Such as leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her manticore girlfriend's head.]
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Cassandra wanted to marry this woman.]
I love you too, Elsa.
[But that thought is being tucked away for now. Left for her to focus on other, immediate things. Such as leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her manticore girlfriend's head.]
Happy New Year.