Alto's sky is an arc of blue over them and Sheryl is a shadow over her, a spill of hair covering their faces as Sheryl makes a song of Ranka's body. Ranka doesn't hear it so much as she feels the notes trembling against her skin and she sings too, soft and breathless, the words so well-remembered she could even sing it as the world catches on fire around her, as Sheryl's lips burn patterns on her skin and Ranka hits that last pure note of the mating song she had made theirs.
SHERYL/RANKA; ᴍᴀᴄʀᴏss ғʀᴏɴᴛɪᴇʀ
Alto's sky is an arc of blue over them and Sheryl is a shadow over her, a spill of hair covering their faces as Sheryl makes a song of Ranka's body. Ranka doesn't hear it so much as she feels the notes trembling against her skin and she sings too, soft and breathless, the words so well-remembered she could even sing it as the world catches on fire around her, as Sheryl's lips burn patterns on her skin and Ranka hits that last pure note of the mating song she had made theirs.