The brunette leapt across the small space and onto the black haired girl quicker than the latter could react to the fiercely snapped 'restraint'. Pigeon-blue eyes opened wide as the small cultivator landed on her lap.
"El!"
Her knees dug into the fabric around Qatrand's waist as she sat on the tall girl's thighs. Forearms rested against the iron-muscled chest and small hands were placed with their fingers lightly touching the base of the 'older' girl's neck.
"Illusion. They can't see. So I can kiss you?"
A dull expression was paired with the monotone words out of her lips - and made it so that only the layer of emotions on the surface of her ancient spirit told the truth. The shift from 'confidence' to 'uncertainty' made it clear that, while they were hidden from sight, the final part was more of a request than a demand or statement.
