WITH SWORD AND SALT -
She notices the teeth marks on Isra’s throat and almost opens her mouth to ask, almost, almost - but this is not supposed to be a night for sorrow, and so she clenches the hinge of her jaw instead and turns away, almost shyly.
She does not want to ruin the night, oppressively warm and possibly dangerous though it is. This may very well be the last night she gets off for months, for years, for the rest of her life, and oh, for all her commitment to duty she is not quite stone enough to let her happiness go this early. Instead she smiles, a little sheepishly, and watches the dragon slink away and disappear into the dark. (Marisol wonders why he would trust her.)
Music swells over the bustling crowd and rings in the Commander’s ears. But even that is not enough to distract her from the shock and spark that climbs over her skin when Isra touches her. She shivers, almost flinches. Heat races across the path that the Night Queen traces with her lips and sets Marisol’s heart aches, croons in her chest; she stumbles a little on the floor, though nothing blocks her path; she trembles and sighs and tries to forget the way a kiss feels against her hip.
I’ll teach you.
Ah. Teach me everything, she wants to say, clever as it is too-obvious, unsure of her boldness as she is desperate to use it.
But the Halycon has beat caution into her, and what can she do but be silent and smile, following Isra into the crowd with the sweet bump of a shoulder against hers.
She does not think of duty, nor of love.
<3
She does not want to ruin the night, oppressively warm and possibly dangerous though it is. This may very well be the last night she gets off for months, for years, for the rest of her life, and oh, for all her commitment to duty she is not quite stone enough to let her happiness go this early. Instead she smiles, a little sheepishly, and watches the dragon slink away and disappear into the dark. (Marisol wonders why he would trust her.)
Music swells over the bustling crowd and rings in the Commander’s ears. But even that is not enough to distract her from the shock and spark that climbs over her skin when Isra touches her. She shivers, almost flinches. Heat races across the path that the Night Queen traces with her lips and sets Marisol’s heart aches, croons in her chest; she stumbles a little on the floor, though nothing blocks her path; she trembles and sighs and tries to forget the way a kiss feels against her hip.
I’ll teach you.
Ah. Teach me everything, she wants to say, clever as it is too-obvious, unsure of her boldness as she is desperate to use it.
But the Halycon has beat caution into her, and what can she do but be silent and smile, following Isra into the crowd with the sweet bump of a shoulder against hers.
She does not think of duty, nor of love.
<3
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