Confessions of a libra

10.09.25

It was the first reunion after separation. Daisy felt an immediate fullness in her chest as she remembered that Wren came home! She squinted at the light streaming in through the lace curtains. It was definitely past daybreak. The muted scent of bacon in the air, told Daisy that Wren had done her whole early morning routine. While Daisy was still scratching her sweaty under-boobs, Wren had probably managed to save the world and feed a hungry child in the United States. Daisy yawned and forced herself into the shower. The least she could do was make herself presentable. They had so much to talk about. So much left unsaid the last time. There were lingering looks, slightly-too long hugs and nervous giggles all round. Wren had left over the Christmas break to go spend it with family. It seemed silly to say that since living together, they had not been apart for longer than 48 hours. It felt like the worst ache to know that they would have to be separated. Who was going to help her shampoo her coily tresses with gentle care?

Wren had made it almost impossible to believe in living alone. Or with any other woman for that matter. She took care of all the little things that frustrated Daisy. This she did with no complaint but with love in her heart. Daisy blinked away tears as she towel-dried. Today, there was no need to rush. There were no obligations. Only time to connect and feel the closeness. Without realising it, Daisy sped through her beauty routine. She checked herself in the mirror in the bathroom and checked her breath. She felt ready to see her and hoped she could control her own impulses. Upon entering the kitchen, she can see Wren through the window in her wellingtons doing some series weeding. With white air pods sticking out of her ears. She wore a cork hat unironically, with her jet-black hair tied and flowing down her back. Wren looked up as though sending a summons and waved with an easy smile. Daisy urged her heart to cool and she found herself miming to make a cuppa. Wren seemingly agreed, beginning to clean up the mess of piled weeds around her.

Daisy focused on the domesticity of making her friend’s favourite tea. Daisy fancied herself a little kitchen witch and enjoyed brewing her drinks with intention. She poured Wren’s jasmine tea and cupped the mug. She closed her eyes and imagine the sunshine blessing the contents. In another flash she envisions Wren drinking it and being vitalised from the inside out. Making her aura glow bright gold with radiance. The door opened in that jarring way it always does, scaring Daisy. An unflattering squeal escaped her and Wren just chuckled behind her.

“You’re such a scaredy cat,” Wren said in a velvety tone.

Daisy coughed dramatically to diffuse the nerves then offered Wren her mug. They took their mugs to the only couch that received sunlight in the loungeroom at this time of day. They always imagined themselves to be like cat companions in human form. Loving each other as friends do, basking in the sunlight and sometimes napping together. As usual, proximity to Wren, felling the partial touching between them just felt comfortable, safe. Wren had that earthy smell she wore well after gardening. It was almost irritating how she could be both hot, smell good and be giving back to the earth. Every day under this roof together felt magical. They rarely thought about inviting others, preferring to be in the sanctuary of the cocoon that they build together.

“So, you’re doing that thing again,” Wren offered with a smirk.

“What?” Daisy asked innocently.

“That cute little frown you get when you’re thinking about something deep. Hit me,” she always offered grace in the vulnerable moments.

Daisy releases a breath she never knew she was holding. “Sorry, I just thought about how much emptier the home felt without you there.”

Wren’s face turned contemplative, and she seemed to be accessing similar memories in her archive.

“I don’t think I’d rush to do that again, not gonna lie.” Wren always said the right things with ease.

Daisy felt her courage stir strong and sure like lava. Maybe the things left unsaid were safe enough to unfurl and be exposed even for a moment.

“Have you ever thought that we could be something other than platonic soulmates,” Daisy began watching carefully for a reaction. Wren simply raised a brow and gestured to continue. “What if we’re like, soulmates-soulmates. Ya know?”

She left it hanging in the air like incense from morning prayer. Wren chuckled to herself. At first softly with a little shake of the head, until it turned to full blown laughter. Daisy could feel the laughter thawing the tenseness within her and she smiled not knowing quite what the joke was about. Wren finally stopped and wiped an eye, staring into Daisy’s eyes.

“I’m just laughing about how I practiced that same speech in the shower just yesterday. We’re actually insufferable.” With that the pair tumbled into laughter.

Real, freeing laughter. Hands were already finding each other in the intimacy and the sun seemed to be hailing the union.

“Wren Lin, I love you so fucking much.” Daisy said with all the emotion she could muster.

“And I, you.”

Their lips met in fervour and equal passion. The kiss was soft and forgiving. A revolutionary act from every bit of conditioning they had worked through separately and then together. The fire of passion burned in both their chests, amplifying each other as kindred hearts do. The kiss was messy and sloppy with tears of joy streaming down their faces. That is how we leave our heroines for the time being. Blessed by nature, comforted by domesticity, safely in each other’s arms.