between burning and blooming (фемслэш)

There are traces of laughter in Daphne’s smile, and she is the embodiment of summer, insisting on wearing sundresses even though all the locals are still donning jeans. Pansy catches herself staring at Daphne’s lips; knows instinctively that, one way or another, there’s no coming back from what she’s about to do, yet she still does it, enchanted by the possibilities of a shared forever, of their lives changing (yet again).