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“That’s the real illusion,” Ruby whispered. “Pretending I don’t feel it too.”

And the only magic left was the unguarded, un-disappearing kind. lesbian illusion girls

Backstage, among scattered playing cards and half-empty water bottles, Sage would unlatch Ruby’s corset with the same careful precision she used for the rope tricks. Ruby would unpin Sage’s hair, letting it fall dark and heavy over her shoulders. They never spoke about it. The way Sage’s fingers lingered on Ruby’s ribs. The way Ruby brushed her lips against Sage’s ear while whispering the nightly cue. “That’s the real illusion,” Ruby whispered