Lily Decoria
Then again, love and attraction were things she had been taught to try and not feel or act on given the circumstances of her existence. It didn't mean that these emotions weren't there, just that she wouldn't understand them once they showed up. Conceal them, deflate them, ignore them. With Shan it had been easy since she had already done it so many other times, seen so many examples from many different people and clans.
Had she gone this far only to realize there was some part of her she suppressed harder than others? Memories she had buried because of her confusion? Colette thought back to her days with her clan and the way she had acted as a child and teenager growing up in a dustbowl out in the rear-end of the galaxy. Maybe she had always been like this, or maybe it was something new dawning on her in this very moment.
In that regard, perhaps Lily was right. If she just tried to think of reasons she felt this way then maybe she could better understand it. Colette felt something brush against her hand and she pulled away on instinct. It took her a moment to realize what had happened and she softly, guarded as she was about these things, let her hand fall down into Lily's again.
"I don't like being touched," Colette began. "It's… Intimate. Not something that I was meant to feel or accept. Too dangerous. A good way to spread the plague and disease."
"But your hands are… Firm, and also soft. Worn, weary, but not without hope." She tried to explain without lifting her eyes from staring down upon the way her thumb brushed against said hand. "They are the hands of a skilled fighter, and a good friend. Someone I can trust, and mostly rely on."
There was no grin at that 'mostly' even though she wanted to make it a joke. Instead it was as matter-of-fact as the rest of it was as if she was just reading statements off of a list.
"The hand is, uh…" Colette looked up from the hand she held in her own, gazed upon the body it was so firmly and naturally attached to before she panickedly glanced back down at the hand again. "It's a good hand. Attached to a, uhhh…"
Her entire face started to turn red as she thought it over. All of this felt wrong to her as if it made her wrong for saying it. But Lily was a friend, and a close one that she trusted too, there was no need for that, right?
"You're beautiful, and I can't explain it." She blurted through the warmth under her skin. "Like an ocean, or an open plain. You speak to me, and I don't know
how or
why but you do."
"It's not… Love. Not
that kind of love. It feels more… Selfish. Shallow. Not
who you are but
what you are. And it feels wrong. Like having these thoughts are wrong. I want to—"
And that, that was where the limit was reached. The otherwise blunt girl who spoke her mind had bent herself out of shape. She lifted her hand from Lily's to block her lips from uttering anything more than she already had, her face as red as a tomato, her skin ablaze in shame.
"I can't say." She mumbled into her fist.