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A female can be both deadly and beautiful, and I am no exception.
Maxu thought of the flower he’d picked as a child again, and something in him shifted. He’d assumed that by keeping her with him, he’d be no more than that greedy boy who’d ripped something perfect from the earth—the very thing that had made it grow—but what if he could be what fed her? What if he could provide the support and nourishment she needed to thrive? Maxu was a male who could acquire anything, yet that ability had never once made him truly happy. But now? He’d be
what she rooted to, and he’d devote his life to providing her with everything she needed to bloom.
A few people, Sophia and Rita included, took part in a sensory-heightening drug that was being passed around. Meg was surprised to find she had no interest. More
and more often, she found herself happy just as she was.
The world was beautiful now. She was beautiful now. Real and vibrant. It felt as though she was a part of the universe. Functioning in it. Changing it. Having an impact instead of being dragged along as an afterthought.
His whispers didn’t stop, though. He told her how smart and confident and capable he found her to be. How incredible she was. If he said it enough, perhaps it would leak into her subconscious and overshadow the harm her family had caused. He whispered all the things she should’ve been told her whole life, hoping the words played out in her dreams. And before he shut his eyes, he admitted how deeply he loved her.
Sophia grinned, flipping the sword in an impressive little twirl. “Ten years of LARPing have proved surprisingly useful.”
