Girl Serpent Thorn - by Melissa Bashardoust
I hope you're healing
by bigchickcannibalistic
So she stands, rooted to the spot with her fingers wrapped around Parvaneh’s wrist, mindful still, of her grip — mindful so the thorns don’t catch Parvaneh’s skin — and her eyes boring into Parvaneh’s amber. So she stands, rooted like the vines in her garden and uncomprehending what she’s said, what she’s offered until Parvaneh looks pointedly at the bed and — Soraya replays the words in her head — It’s big enough for two — and flushes crimson. “And here Parisa was warning me not to be too forward —”