Wonderful story! *applauds* So intense, so delicate and so full of detail... both characters just feel perfect like this.
Favourite lines: "It may be an accident, but It's never improper to love, Irma," Pomona whispers; "never." ♥
Irma cannot help but long for the warmth that she has denied herself as the coldness of propriety chills her very bones.
Her thin lips twist into what she intends - hopes - is a kind smile, but she isn't sure. It has been too long since she had cause to move her features so. Very fitting *g*