TW: Set during Monster Hunters

Lomadia pulls tight the laces of her leather gauntlets, fastening them into a secure knot one-handedly with the ease of practice. Looking up from her wrists she catches sight of Nano stood by her own supply chest; one end of her own gauntlet laces between her teeth, the other in her free hand as she struggles to tie them. Smiling fondly and shaking her head, Lomadia's long strides make short work of crossing the room toward Nano. The petite woman blushes vivid red when Lomadia takes a hold of her wrist and laces the gauntlet for her, quickly moving to the other wrist and occasionally glancing confidently up through her eyelashes to meet Nano's awe-filled gaze.

"There you go," Lomadia smiles, touch lingering on Nano's wrist as she pulls away in a motion that could very much be considered to be a caress.

"Th-Thanks," Nano stammers, smiling shyly back and turning to her chest once again - rummaging in the myriad of supplies from potions to armour for the most important ones for the specific journey ahead. Downstairs the two ladies can hear Honeydew pottering about, murmuring to himself in deep rumbling tones about his own building skills, high pitched disbelieving laughter thrown in between the words.

"Are we going traditional, or mega awesome technological stuff?" Nano shows her obvious bias as she half-turns towards the broad-shouldered, tall blonde woman on the other side of the room. Lomadia raises an amused eyebrow in return and has to bite her cheek to stop herself laughing at the sight of Nano beaming with a diamond sword in one hand, atomic disassembler in the other; both tools nearly far too big for the small girl.

"I think 'mega awesome technological' will do just fine, somehow." Lomadia smirks, adjusting her thick belt around her hips before once again stepping over to Nano. The ebony haired girl smiles fondly up at her companion, blushing once again and flux shimmering like fish scales through water across her cheeks as she does. One of Lomadia's hands, long fingered and surprisingly soft for someone who handles weapons as much as the witch does, comes up and cups Nano's flux-affected cheek; thumb tracing one of the ever-moving swirls before she dips forward and presses her mouth chastely to Nano's.

Nano feels herself subconsciously standing on her tiptoes so that Lomadia doesn't have to bend quite so much, her fingers coming up to grip the front of Lomadia's royal blue tunic and pull her closer. Their kisses are soft, simple, screaming of romance and firelight and warm autumn evenings.

A hoarse clearing of a throat breaks the two ladies apart, both of them significantly flustered when they glance over at Honeydew stood with his hands on his hips. Both women know the dwarf well enough to know that the current positioning of his beard, as well as the shine to his eyes, suggest a smug smirk somewhere in the mass of orange fuzz. Sheepish and fumbling at being caught in their moment, Lomadia and Nano speak in nervously louder voices as they list of their needed supplies for their takedown of the Ur Ghast.

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