It's Complicated

((Warning: This post contains some suggestive themes. Viewer discretion is advised.))
Biara's fel green eyes slowly opened and she found herself staring at the ornate ceiling of one of her magic repository rooms. The rooms were circular pits filled with plush rugs and soft cushions, with the center of each room containing a large arcane or fel crystal for feeding. Biara and many others in the spire often came to such locations to feed their Thirst, have small social gatherings, or simply to enjoy the presence of magic nearby.

Her vision swam as she tried to focus on the red cloth hangings that draped from the ceiling above her. The throbbing in her skull and the way her body felt were good indications that she had overindulged in both magic and Moonplum Brandy this evening. The feeling was a mixture of delight and exhaustion, the night having not passed entirely and the dawn still an hour or two away. It was unusual for her to fall asleep in one of her magic repositories, and she tried to focus on why and how she got there.

She shifted and realized a weight was keeping her left side in place. Slowly, carefully so as not to move her aching head, she brought her right arm up and slid it down to determine the cause of her inability to move. She discovered a few important details during this examination. The first was that she was completely and utterly nude, with not a stitch of clothing to be found anywhere. Her hand encountered only her own body, and as it traveled towards her hips, her fingertips brushed against the object keeping her in place.

Warm flesh greeted her hand, and as her fingers explored she realized that a smooth soft leg was thrown partially over her body, its owner wearing as little as she was. For a brief moment, panic filled Biara's mind as she tried to remember what had happened, and she tilted her head to look beside her. Immediately the memory returned as a head of golden hair greeted her vision.

Elunearia. She was lying beside Elunearia within her spire. The priestess was fast asleep, cuddled up against Biara after the two had...

Had what?

It all came back in a rush; the conversation in the ruins of Silvermoon, Elunearia's acceptance of the Magistrix and declarations of devotion, even after all Biara had done. She remembered the comfort she felt from the priestess, the way her eyes had sparkled with the Light that her physical form barely contained. Biara remembered the loving feeling she had just from being near Elunearia, the tenderness with which the other had banished her fears and sorrows as if it was the simplest task in the world. Finally she remembered Elunearia's magic, the holy Light that flowed through her every pore, making her into a golden vision of grace and beauty that drew the Magistrix to her with a ravenous hunger.

She wasn't lying there by chance, Biara had chosen to let Elunearia in. In turn, the priestess had let down her own walls, had shown her own sorrow which Biara had seen only glimpses of. Their celebration together that evening had been designed to chase away such feelings forever, or at least shrink them down to manageable sizes. Two kindred spirits, both alone inside, struggling against fate or destiny or whatever force dictated their individual sorrows. Two Sin'dorei almost identical in their needs and desires.

It all passed through Biara's mind in a flash, and she sighed, calm and peaceful. Beside her, Elunearia snuggled closer, her breathing faint as she slept the dreamless sleep of one who no longer suffers from a long ailment. Biara knew that was how Lune felt, because she herself had that same sensation. As Elunearia's arm wrapped around Biara in her sleep, the Magistrix closed her eyes and let happy dreams take over her thoughts.

The trouble this would cause could be pushed back until another day far from the love she felt right now.