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“Well…”
“Stop.”
“Eve-“
“Fuck, stop, I KNOW.”
Villanelle huffs, but smiles softly. As consolation for the pitiful performance they’d both been privy to, she pulls her sad, curly-haired lover towards her, tucking her solidly against her front. Kissing her shoulder, they relax and begin to let sleep overtake them.
Just as Eve is about to drift off, she hears Villanelle, resolutely:
“We will practice.”