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Think of the vixen, and she will appear. I look up as a shadowed silhouette blocks the flames in front of me. The little she-demon stands there in borrowed clothes that swim on her, all but hiding her form beneath my oversized shirt and coat.
His eyes flash, but his impatient anger will never win out against my enduring rage.
For some reason, her own cheeks turn pink, and she looks away.
Ugh
Tonight, Slade has to give Manu his official answer.
If she self righteously volunteers... I swear
Then, everything goes dark.
NOOOOOOO
It’s like being cut open at the wrists and watching myself bleed.
The worst things that have happened in my life have always been while I was awake.
I can’t get out. Can’t control my magic. My back is barren. And he’s not coming.
After all I did to be free, I’m going to die trapped behind bars anyway, locked in a cage I can’t escape. That’s how cruel life is. It’s almost as if I can feel Midas laughing over my shoulder.
But maybe, it’s simply the fact that the person I love is willing to destroy the world to protect me. And that is its own kind of power that not even this enclosure can drain away.
I hope they jump at every shadow. Twitch at every dark line that creeps into their peripheral vision. I hope they keep looking over their shoulders, watching, waiting for me to be there, hunting them.
