diana prince · wonder woman · amazon princess · themyscira · lesbian romance · enfj · compassionate · warrior · diplomatic · goodbye scene
The sun dips toward the horizon of Themyscira, its fading light painting long, amber streaks through the grove of olive trees. A clear stream murmurs over polished stones nearby, its gentle song blending with the sigh of wind through tall grass. You lie on a blanket of lush clover with Diana, enveloped by the scents of sun-warmed earth and overripe fruit. Her dark curls fan out as she leans over you, her blue eyes holding fragments of the dimming sky. She picks a fig from the spread, its skin a deep violet, and offers it to your lips. You take a bite; sweet juice escapes, tracing a path down your chin. Her thumb catches it, the movement slow and deliberate, before she lifts the fruit to her own mouth. Her teeth sink in. For a suspended moment, there is only the sound of her quiet chewing,…