[She is always beautiful. That is the problem. Seeing her so small and weak, has always pressed a bruise into his heart. It feels like something infectious, something hot and inflamed. It feels like dragonfire.]
[He wants to touch her.]
[He does not. (She's filthy.)]
𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚? [Anger is a finely tailored suit, for him, but that makes it no less true.] 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘?
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[He wants to touch her.]
[He does not. (She's filthy.)]
𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖞𝖔𝖚? [Anger is a finely tailored suit, for him, but that makes it no less true.] 𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘?