Title: The Food of Love
Prompt: same as the title, by
amazon_syrenFandom: Twelfth Night
Pairing: Viola/Olivia
Count de Worde: 100
Rating: PG
Notes: This goes with my previous and, it seems, constantly expanding drabble cycle
O'erflourisht.
It's not music, Viola decides; love is fed by quite other things. Her love for the duke is starving; yet she is sated, for she has Olivia.
Viola receives tenderness from her cool soft fingers; she receives understanding, for there are no secrets between the sisters. There is only one thing she can't have from Olivia, which is constancy, a promise of eternity, for they have given their promises elsewhere.
She burrows into the silk and satin of Olivia's bed on the nights when her brother is out, and they pretend together, until they are sated, if only by illusion.