Susan hasn't been so thoroughly kissed in ages. Embarrassingly, she actually feels a little dazed with it, honestly: wanting more, while also letting herself relish in just that exchange. She wonders if it's visible on her face, or just in her hair: she re-braided it, after she left Lancelot, but it was a haphazard job, and she left it hanging down her back instead of winding it into its usual crown.
She's stowed the picnic supplies back in the kitchen and retrieved her copy of Freud's Civilization and Its Discontents. For some reason, it holds slightly less appeal than it did that morning. Only slightly, though; she's on a chapter about the sublimation of anal eroticism into both order and discontent which she finds fascinating on several levels.
Preoccupied both by pressing a hand to the raw tingle of her lips and her thoughts of the book, she wanders into an unfamiliar part of the Mansion, where she sees -
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Date: 2023-11-28 03:41 am (UTC)She's stowed the picnic supplies back in the kitchen and retrieved her copy of Freud's Civilization and Its Discontents. For some reason, it holds slightly less appeal than it did that morning. Only slightly, though; she's on a chapter about the sublimation of anal eroticism into both order and discontent which she finds fascinating on several levels.
Preoccupied both by pressing a hand to the raw tingle of her lips and her thoughts of the book, she wanders into an unfamiliar part of the Mansion, where she sees -
"Shen Qingqiu!"