[ Fang's touch inspired a shiver in Chariot. The Bond made it easy, sure, to know exactly how and where to touch her, but she could tell Fang had very much learned at this point without needing it. She could feel the experience in the way she held her, the edge of her fingertips, how intimately she knew Chariot's body, and how to please her...

... Which was partly why she intended to give her something she couldn't just rely on experience for.

Slate blue soon began to give way, the brilliant vermilion of her true hair bleeding into it, bit by bit. The kiss inspired it, as did the love she felt within it. ]

A year... A year of time I've spent learning to be myself again, in your love... [ Chariot whispered back. ]

I want to mark this year... and for you to mark me.

Leave a symbol that I am yours... something that cannot just be washed away, or fade with time.