( Easing back, Sarissa carefully sets down the presents, and brushes Sarah's hair back with both hands, so she can let her hands cradle Sarah's jaw and fingers rest on her skin, very gently. Sarissa makes no move to try and make Sarah look up, but she does rest her forehead against Sarah's for a moment. There are mythological protectors she could talk about. She could compare Sarah to a lioness, because that's what she seems like, she could talk about Bast who was a lioness and a protector and linked to the Sun, but she can't mention a one of those things because her words, they hurt Sarah. They're too much and they burn her, seems like.
Sarah is gold and sunshine and lions and fire that holds back your enemies and burns them. She's terrible, when she must be, but she's warmth and comfort, too. Sarissa bites the inside of her cheek and stays close. Van Gogh painted sunflowers, just sunflowers in some of his works and they were extraordinary because of how they used new pigments and explored the whole spectrum of a colour, and Sarah was like that but with fire, and Sarissa can't say a word of it. It's hard, keeping words locked up, but she'll try. )
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Sarah is gold and sunshine and lions and fire that holds back your enemies and burns them. She's terrible, when she must be, but she's warmth and comfort, too. Sarissa bites the inside of her cheek and stays close. Van Gogh painted sunflowers, just sunflowers in some of his works and they were extraordinary because of how they used new pigments and explored the whole spectrum of a colour, and Sarah was like that but with fire, and Sarissa can't say a word of it. It's hard, keeping words locked up, but she'll try. )
I know you would. I'd do the same for you.