[The chills, strangely enough… Hayame was familiar with. She had spent more than a month shivering and curling in on herself beneath useless blankets in the corner of her stall after the dryad had cursed her in the wake of those “trials” in the Tree, and this… it was a similar coldness.
One that just made her want to… to debase herself. To curl up with someone else. To bury her head in a warm chest and be not alone, or…
Except no. She doesn’t actually know how that feels. She’d never let herself do it- be that weak. She thinks… maybe once, she had let someone lay against her flank. But that man’s face and the circumstances of that touch were lost somewhere in the crack across her shard, and now…]
I do not need a nursemaid, or pity, or-
[… What?
The vial of oil is tossed angrily aside, she wishes he would just go away and leave her to her shake in peace, she wishes someone would stay so she wouldn’t ache by herself in this gods damned stable with its nosy horses and grooms, and just-]
… Why did you even come here? It has been six years.
[To him, apparently. Six years. She should be nothing but a distant memory of an ornery woman.]
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One that just made her want to… to debase herself. To curl up with someone else. To bury her head in a warm chest and be not alone, or…
Except no. She doesn’t actually know how that feels. She’d never let herself do it- be that weak. She thinks… maybe once, she had let someone lay against her flank. But that man’s face and the circumstances of that touch were lost somewhere in the crack across her shard, and now…]
I do not need a nursemaid, or pity, or-
[… What?
The vial of oil is tossed angrily aside, she wishes he would just go away and leave her to her shake in peace, she wishes someone would stay so she wouldn’t ache by herself in this gods damned stable with its nosy horses and grooms, and just-]
… Why did you even come here? It has been six years.
[To him, apparently. Six years. She should be nothing but a distant memory of an ornery woman.]