<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Steam_baby-avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<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 House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/>The words were some she so desperately wished to hear, but she could feel Onneca shrinking like a flower in the Gamorran sun.  “You have always been my friend,” Agatha spoke softly her slender arms enfolding Onneca in their embrace.  She let the angel in her bed rest her head against her breast and stroked her hair lightly, the silken strands dark as midnight against Agatha’s porcelain skin.  “Even on my loneliest of nights I could look up at the stars and you would be with me.” So many nights she had lain under the stars on the run from her home, so many nights crying herself quietly to sleep.  When her tears finished falling she would look up at the stars and think of better times, times under the sky with butterflies and flowers and stars and the little dark haired girl she had shared more of herself with than anyone after.<br/><br/>Quiet, salty tears anointing Onneca’s luminous hair and fevered brow where then fell.  She heard the pain in Onneca’s voice and a little part of her died.  She knew the harsh words and knew what they would face.  The scorn, the shame, the cruelty, Agatha was willing to face it all if it was for Onneca, but could she ask her to do the same?<br/><br/>The bittersweet pain Agatha felt was making her light-headed and dizzy and a little nauseous. Their gossamer night clothes felt uncomfortably hot pressed between them, the light fabric prickly next to her delicate skin.<br/><br/>“I have known the company of men twice.  I thought that I could forget who I was, package it neatly away and be what my parents wished me to be, but I was wrong.  I came to Gamorra and I hid.  Until I walked into your bodega and I couldn’t hide anymore.”   Tears streamed over cheeks flush from the truth rolling from her lips.  “I tried.  I thought that just being your friend would be enough, that I wouldn’t risk losing you if I just loved you from afar.”  Once she started she couldn’t stop.  There was so much she wanted to say, wanted to share.  “Onneca, I lost someone once too and the thought of losing you scared me so much, but I can’t hide how I feel anymore.  It fills me when I think of you and wants to burst from me when you are near.”<br/><br/>Agatha’s pulled Onneca close even as she should have been pushing her away, the pain in her pierced Agatha through the heart.  For a moment she could do nothing but hold Onneca and let the tears fall.  The moments of silence felt like an eternity as she found her voice and spoke gently in her lilting accented way. “Mi mariposa, no tiene que doler más,“ her voice so heavy with emotion she could barely speak above a whisper.  “Te amo Onneca.”  Her lips kissed the crown of Onneca’s head, holding her so she could feel the heart beating like a hummingbird in Agatha’s breast, just for her.<br/><br/>“Por favor, quédate.”<br/>