[ He mocks her, she knows it, yet it is exactly what she wants. She had no way to strike back at him until her uncle had appeared from the woods, an answer to an unspoken prayer. ]
We are not a song. [ Not yet, anyway. ] We are dragons.
[ She surges in for that kiss, emboldened by his negging sparring. Her delicate fingers disappear in his hair, combing back through to hold him as if daring for him to break off and leave her again. The blood of whatever boy he'd killed rubs off on her but it is nothing. Only blood. ]
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We are not a song. [ Not yet, anyway. ] We are dragons.
[ She surges in for that kiss, emboldened by his
neggingsparring. Her delicate fingers disappear in his hair, combing back through to hold him as if daring for him to break off and leave her again. The blood of whatever boy he'd killed rubs off on her but it is nothing. Only blood. ]