10-07-2024, 11:07 AM
Her mind had been made up. Her entire body was given over to her best friend, and Roza had not been quiet. As things had heated up Roza hummed a soft tune and wove a thin wall around them. And then let the power go even though it had pulled upon every sense and nerve in her body. She didn't want her first time with Esper to be exaggerated, falsely she wanted it to be full and natural. And she screamed. It woke the house and as she came down sweat slicking their skin and her mother furiously staring through the thin wall, she could not pass Roza smirked.
Her mother shouted in Hungarian. "Roza Vas, I swear if you don't take down this wall.
There was a small smirk on her lips as Roza stretched naked in her bed next to Esper. It was a proud moment. One she knew would hit hard later but right now she was high on the endorphins of sex and love. There was enough space to begin packing her things, still naked as the day her mother gave birth to her. Roza didn't care. "Mother, we are leaving. Together. And there is nothing you can do to stop us."
The whole family could do nothing more than watch as their matriarch pounded on an invisible wall threatening her child within. They were never threats of violence. Or even threats she'd carry out. There was a sense of pride in her mother's voice. All children must find their own way. And sometimes the Caravan was not the life they lived. It wasn't for Roza. And Esper was not Romani by birth, a foundling they had all come to love. But Renáta had to put on a good show.
Her mother shouted in Hungarian. "Roza Vas, I swear if you don't take down this wall.
There was a small smirk on her lips as Roza stretched naked in her bed next to Esper. It was a proud moment. One she knew would hit hard later but right now she was high on the endorphins of sex and love. There was enough space to begin packing her things, still naked as the day her mother gave birth to her. Roza didn't care. "Mother, we are leaving. Together. And there is nothing you can do to stop us."
The whole family could do nothing more than watch as their matriarch pounded on an invisible wall threatening her child within. They were never threats of violence. Or even threats she'd carry out. There was a sense of pride in her mother's voice. All children must find their own way. And sometimes the Caravan was not the life they lived. It wasn't for Roza. And Esper was not Romani by birth, a foundling they had all come to love. But Renáta had to put on a good show.