Round 35

Jeane leaned back slightly, giving Hera space even as she maintained her position over Silra, her wings shifting in agitation beneath her. Her voice was cool and measured when she spoke again, each word carefully chosen to convey exactly how little patience she had left for this interruption. "What do you want, Hera? If you're here to moralize or mediate, then you can see yourself out now." Her gaze flickered down to Silra beneath her—her hand still resting casually on her hip—and back up to Hera's face, noting the conflict evident there.

Silra didn't move her hand from Jeane's hip, but she did shift her focus fully onto Hera now—not because she was done with this thing between them, but because she knew Jeane well enough to understand that she wouldn't make a decision while they had an audience. So instead of pushing it or trying to force something, she addressed the actual problem standing in the doorway like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Look," she said, keeping her voice even despite how much she wanted to just grab Jeane and walk away with...

Hera stepped further into the room, letting the door swing shut behind her with a soft click that seemed overly loud in the charged silence. Her eyes flickered between Jeane and Silra—Jeane's wings still bristling beneath her, Silra's hand resting casually on her hip—and she felt a tightness in her chest that had nothing to do with the sight of them together like this. Because here's the thing: she may not agree with how they were going about it, but she couldn't deny that there was something real between them—so...