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If she had thought the sensation of touching the woman's skin would lessen the more she touched her, she was greatly mistaken. If she had thought that she'd be more prepared for the sensation of touching the woman's skin now, she was greatly mistaken. The same feeling washed through her veins, her bones, her flesh, every cell on her body. She felt it on her whole body, felt it in her brain, felt it in her chest, on her arms, between her thighs. It was beautiful pain, it was rain on the hottest summer day, it was a warm breeze in a cold winter night.

Aaliyah's eyes stuck to Kosara's face as she watched her move into her hand with closed eyes and let out another one of those wonderful moans. Aaliyah could feel how she got drawn in more with every second that she spent in this creature's presence. Much like getting drawn in by the devil's promises. Just that this didn't feel wrong, or forbidden. She wasn't sure what it was, wasn't sure what it meant. And certainly didn't care in this moment.

Kosara opened her eyes, looked at Liyah. They were darker now. Aaliyah wondered why. Maybe it had to do with the lighting? She looked back at her with confusion and curiosity written in her eyes. Those blue eyes reminded her of something... someone... she couldn't quiet grab it yet... Fire. Why did her deeply blue eyes reminded Aaliyah of fire? And then she understood.

Aaliyah stepped back in shock, stepped back as images forced themselves before her eyes. Cruel images. Deadly pain in her chest. Darkness clouded her soul. She fought to not let the tears get to her eyes and to her own surprise she succeeded. Fire. She could almost feel it on her skin. Not the kind Kosara put on her skin. Deadly, burning, hot fire.

She looked at Kosara's eyes, the woman lifted her wrist up. Aaliyah was aware of what she would see if she looked at the tattoo that had the same effect on Kosara as her own had on herself. Her eyes dropped onto the skin with the slightly glowing tattoo. And her heart dropped as well.

The beautiful ornate words, a language so beautiful and pure. A language that no one would speak again. A language that once was full of joy and love, that now was full of sorrow and hate. A language so old that the planet itself created it, so the stories say. A language full of history. A language that got burned down to it's ground. That she couldn't safe. That she would never hear again. That she would never speak again. And now it got harder to hold those tears back.

Kosara was still standing there, still looking at her and still waiting while Aaliyah stared at her wrist. What an odd sight the two would be if someone walked by. "That's my name", she said quietly, expecting Kosara to want an answer to her silent question. "And the date of today." She kept her eyes down, but pulled them away from the tattoo. She couldn't look at it any longer.

"We should probably head somewhere else", she said as she looked at Kosara but avoided her eyes. "I think we need to talk. About whatever is happening."