[ heat jolts through her and she can hear her blood rushing through her veins. but it's not only the heat of excitement. it's the thrum of his power through her, a low current amplifying her own grisha power. and it's the curdling heat of a hot day. her stomach aches like her lunch has spoiled.
there is no starspire root to lessen the discomforts this time, to loosen her lips. the desire she feels is only hers. so too are the hate and disgust. her hands raise, settling on his chest, gripping the edge of his kefta. to pull him closer or push him away, she's not sure. she just clings. tightly.
when she had spelled out her protests with the pattern they'd fallen into, she had expected that to be the end of it. the black general would not come chasing after her like some lovesick puppy. she had underestimated his loneliness, accepted baghra's assertion that it too was an act. but she can taste it there, bitter on his tongue, as her lips part with surprise, with welcome.
she had been lonely too, before him. the difference is that she feels lonely again now, even with him pressed to her. as if the fold itself sprawls between them. but she had made the offer, hadn't she? she had chosen to hide her reserve in waiting for him to figure out what he wanted. it chills and thrills her in turns to realize that what he wants, apparently, is her. ]
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there is no starspire root to lessen the discomforts this time, to loosen her lips. the desire she feels is only hers. so too are the hate and disgust. her hands raise, settling on his chest, gripping the edge of his kefta. to pull him closer or push him away, she's not sure. she just clings. tightly.
when she had spelled out her protests with the pattern they'd fallen into, she had expected that to be the end of it. the black general would not come chasing after her like some lovesick puppy. she had underestimated his loneliness, accepted baghra's assertion that it too was an act. but she can taste it there, bitter on his tongue, as her lips part with surprise, with welcome.
she had been lonely too, before him. the difference is that she feels lonely again now, even with him pressed to her. as if the fold itself sprawls between them. but she had made the offer, hadn't she? she had chosen to hide her reserve in waiting for him to figure out what he wanted. it chills and thrills her in turns to realize that what he wants, apparently, is her. ]