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she watches dawn continue to sew, dodging the question.
“ you don’t, do you ? ”
she chews at her lip, similarly masking discomfort. she clears her throat.
“ i don’t really, either. other than the most basic things about myself. and that i’ve devoted myself to the dark
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the question causes her to pause. her hands, which had been sewing a tear in her robes, now go still. does she remember anything?
dawn has tried. in the privacy of her tent, she has wracked her brains, beaten at her skull, trying to —
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she cocks her head at him with a curious, playful expression.
“ most people would consider prayer to be a deeply private thing, ” she says, crossing her ankles and balancing the bowl of stew against her outstretched thighs.
“ but i suppose it’s rather dangerous
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His own tastes were far more carnivorous. Expensive dishes were not things he had the luxury to fully experience. Surprisingly the camp’s rations were far more flavorful than anything he had in recent days.
With ♱͟︐
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to sit alone in the dark wilderness, whispering with my eyes closed. ”
she draws a spoonful and places it in her mouth, swallowing before she can really taste it. a very distant memory of foul tasting medicine creeps into the background of her mind, though she isn’t sure
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knows that dawn was goading her towards a different sort of earnestness, but whatever it was is unreachable to her, unfaceable. instead she leans on her faith, once more, as a crutch against insecurity.
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the honesty dawn gives so easily staggers her a bit. she blinks, then casts her gaze to the ground, lips parted just slightly in something caught between reflection and shame.
“ i’m sorry, dawn, ” she says, struggling to make eye contact. “ that was cruel of me to say. ”
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dawn watches the way such darkness flickers across her companion’s face. she knows then that she’s twisted some knife, without even really meaning to.
a part of her —- that sick part that dawn only observes in solitude —- feels pleasure —
shadowheart toys with the end of her long braid.
“ i know that i volunteered for my memories to be taken and you didn’t. but i do feel the same crumbs of my old life the same as you. i ought to be drawing you closer to solace than further from it. ”
something inside of her
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“ i don’t doubt that, ” she replies, plucking another grape off the vine and examining it listlessly.
“ strange you’ve only rarely tapped mine. does my blood not interest you ? is it too tainted with the dark lady’s love ? ”
she’s blaspheming, she knows, but she
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"you must be woefully bored, darling," he replies with a mock pout, watching her. perfectly manicured claw pierces into the flesh of the grape held between his fingers. his features twist, thoughtful.
"i prefer piercing arteries."
@huntnjedi@necroshire ╱ can’t tell if you’re being a dick to xoid specifically with that vague “you” but if you are that’s very rude and you should be embarrassed