[P] it's an old story, really

[Antiope]

when the shadows come
and cover the horizon
i will be the one to
slay all the giants

As she often does, Antiope wonders what he sees when he looks at her; a girl bearing an axe, a girl with blood at her throat, but no scars. He has scars. She can see them across his eye, his lip, riddling his body. It is clear he has fought before.

But is a warrior without scars seen as more or less dangerous? As she often does, Antiope wonders if others fear her. The lioness in her bones says that they should, if only they knew what she has done.

“And things without charm rarely ever reveal themselves to have any,” the Denoctian sovereign adds, almost idly.

He then solves the problem of Antiope having to use her title herself, and she finds for once it doesn’t bother her; for her reputation to precede her.

The dragon lands on the rocks below them and she shows no fear of it. She has killed gods, after all. Antiope smiles, “I do not believe in coincidences.” And she finds she is waiting the entire time for him to lose his charm, like rocks she is plummeting toward.

“Speaking.”

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