<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Onnecamug3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Onneca de Goni<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Agatha<br/><hr/><br/>Onneca touched her brow to Agatha's and shared just how feverish her blood boiled. She was shaking when she made contact, but slowly it started to subside, as though Aggy's arms were already around her, holding her tight. A tinny, whimpering breath drained out of Onneca before she had stopped shivering. It felt like the world should have changed with that admission, but a lifetime of alienation had done its damage. The shame was still there. "You were all I wanted," she admitted in a rally of her emotions to try to change things, to try and wither the shame. They were unnatural feelings, she knew, and one day Aggy would realize it too. "I am supposed to be your friend, but I want to hold you back. I want to hold you to me."<br/><br/>Bleary-eyed, she recalled the lake of fire those like her would be condemned for their sins, the lake of fire she might drag sweet Aggy along into. The tragic lessons of her pulp novels were learned well, and even an intelligent woman could be educated by a constant, unwavering message:<em>This is the price for sapphism. Corruption, heartbreak, murder-suicide. </em>There was no stopping herself. Her cheek rubbed to Agatha's in a tingling affection that felt like a slow prelude to a kiss. It wasn't a kiss that she wanted, but just to be held and comforted. She imposed herself in Agatha's arms, so that they could finish crying together.<br/><br/>There had been a kiss, once before. They had been ten or maybe eleven, too young to understand love, but too deeply connected not to feel something. Under the stars that peered down from the untamed sky onto the godforsaken progress of the railroad, they had shared their first experimental kiss, and all kisses since had been unfairly compared to that single heartfelt moment where they had communicated without words. Ever since, she had felt so alive and sensual under the stars, and she had taken every woman she had lain with out to gaze at the stars, but it was always Agatha there beside her.<br/><br/>"Mmh," Onneca whispered, her eyes lightly shut. "My heart, ah~!" Her face was pained, as all her years of strangled emotion uncorked and wanted to pour from her chest. So vulnerable to rejection, her breath left her in short gasps and she pressed herself jealously into Aggy's arms. A Victorian woman was meant to be conscious and protective of her curves, but Onneca pulled herself to Aggy as though she resented even having breasts. Everything was unfair. The world would be against them. There was more to say than she could ever express in her English vocabulary. And she realized, with a certain wistfulness, that it was exactly how it was in her lesbian dime novels. The ending had already been spoiled for her.<br/><br/>"I have loved you until it hurts me, Aggy."