Mag’dremas was a hearthfire, her warmth melting Thea into careless comfortability. She didn’t care how well she danced compared to her succubus partner, forgot that they were in a crowded park altogether. The only eyes she felt on her were pure, unbroken white, and she welcomed their vibrant caress with every twirl and dip. Thea sought out Mag’dremas’ touch, linking their hands when the songs allowed, pulling her in close during slower parts. Even though other people approached them, none had actually asked either of them to dance. There was never an opportunity to, she and Mag’dremas couldn’t
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