The dance was drawing to a close, and Jane could see its conclusion on the horizon. She had read the romance novels and had seen the opera in jubilation, and she knew how this would end. Yes, this all would end with Jane down on her knees, this would end with everything in ruins. The stallion’s face had not even been exposed to her, she was dancing with a man of total unknowedness and Jane embraced it.
Perhaps he thought her naive. Perhaps that was what she was. In any case, she embraced her ultimate downfall with the desperation of a witch on the gallows; grasping the noose tighter around her neck so that it may go quicker.
She could be worse. She could be devilish and awful, for him. She could disappoint her family, as she had done so many times before. Jane slunk closer to the stallion, sizing him up as though she were criticising, although her words were anything but. “How can I assess what you look like when you have all that armour on your person?”
His nose pushed against her dark mane, his breath skirting along her dark skin and sending sparks through her blood. Perhaps he contained some magic, like Veil did. “Naughty? What a childish, stupid word,” She flicked her tail against his side; black and golden strands striking against the grullo stallion.
He talked of making excuses, and Jane knew he was right. Vreis knew what he was saying, and he knew well enough that she would be like many a cornered housewife who sought comfort in the arms of another. She was not the first, she would not be the last, and she would drink up all that devil’s liquor of lust as she gave in to his demands.
But she would have control. Jane could pull back now, she still had time. She had played wry, she had played the game on her terms and could easily sever the connection with a harsh word. She wouldn’t do that. Jane, Vreis, the both of them knew where this road led.
He offered to lead her away. He offered to steal her away from this place, where all was safe, in exchange for a place where the laws would not entrap them. “Where would you propose to take me?” she spoke, her words pronounced and hard as she sculpted her own demise.
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i've never felt more alone
it feels so scary getting old
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