#also HOFAUIDLS the way i had a whole thing about ameline LEARNING NOT TO JUDGE PPL WHO DO GIVE THEMSELVES FREELY

[sureameline]

who: @sabbioneta what: ameline’s no longer a born again virgin ! anyway, ancestry time. where: leo’s house (that sounds like it should be the title of a 90s-era sitcom) when: february 15th, 2023 ( or, for non-americans, 15 february 2023 )

nothing ever felt sinful with leonarda. in the purest sense of the word, it all felt divine. if anybody had been made in the true image of Christ, ameline was to believe that that person was right in front of them. they were inclined to believe that that person was who they had danced with less than twelve hours prior, who they had dined with less than twelve hours prior, who they had expressed their love with in its purest sense less than twelve hours prior. for warmth was an expression of love. it was only to be given when they felt the warmth of love. it was only to be given when they knew that, if circumstances were different, a ring may suffice. “ i thank you, leonarda, ” he stated, plain as the day is long. he did not look to repeat what he had surely said dozens of times within the day they had spent with one another ( or, perhaps, days ). but he would be aghast to awake with her, awake in her home, the first bed he had slept in since the cots of kappa, the first time he had been carefree enough to not care that he was separated from his object of protection ( in this case, our lady of perpetual agony -- even the loveliest woman could not dull the ache notre-dame left him with ), the first time he had felt more than just a modicum of self-confidence, and neglect to express his gratitude. “ the warmth you provide... you are as close to the sun as anyone will ever get. ”