[She'd felt it brewing for days, but it was an inconvenient timing, and she did not want to admit that her seasonal heat had come again. Ever since the masquerade at the World's Edge, when she had tried and failed to be rid of her purity... they had been more difficult to bear. Knowing now that if she just gave in, that if she just let someone touch her-
But those failures had been shameful and humiliating, and she is in no rush to repeat them. To admit her needs, to beg to be treated as a woman so that she might find relief... the idea makes her sick.
Does she blame her heightened Discord for how much heavier this month's feels? Her shard is so hot, it's been hot since the ritual, hotter with each kill, and it mixes with her body's breeding season so easily that she isn't sure which part of her is overheating. She makes excuses to remove herself from the presence of the military, the scent of them too annoying to deal with and her tail too eager to lift and betray her, quitting the civilized part of the island to spend her hours standing in the cold waters of a river, burning as she shivered.
At the World's Edge, after her shames... Claude had been... No, she reminds herself. "Khalid" had been-
On that mattress on his floor, her Blight finally treated and the both of them left exhausted, his body had been so close to hers- far closer than she ever had imagined she would willingly invite another. His hands had been gentle on hers, his forehead a solid, steady presence between her shoulders, and she-
Suppresses the thoughts with a grit of her teeth when she feels her tail twitch, wading deeper into the river until the water could carry the thoughts and the urges they summoned away with the current.]
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But those failures had been shameful and humiliating, and she is in no rush to repeat them. To admit her needs, to beg to be treated as a woman so that she might find relief... the idea makes her sick.
Does she blame her heightened Discord for how much heavier this month's feels? Her shard is so hot, it's been hot since the ritual, hotter with each kill, and it mixes with her body's breeding season so easily that she isn't sure which part of her is overheating. She makes excuses to remove herself from the presence of the military, the scent of them too annoying to deal with and her tail too eager to lift and betray her, quitting the civilized part of the island to spend her hours standing in the cold waters of a river, burning as she shivered.
At the World's Edge, after her shames... Claude had been... No, she reminds herself. "Khalid" had been-
On that mattress on his floor, her Blight finally treated and the both of them left exhausted, his body had been so close to hers- far closer than she ever had imagined she would willingly invite another. His hands had been gentle on hers, his forehead a solid, steady presence between her shoulders, and she-
Suppresses the thoughts with a grit of her teeth when she feels her tail twitch, wading deeper into the river until the water could carry the thoughts and the urges they summoned away with the current.]