I opened my eyes and knew instantly that my eyes had bled to brown fire edged with black. It's him that's made it a choice, not me. mine, to hear his whisper, Flesh of my flesh, before he married our flesh as close, as fast, as he could. I'd learned to let it go after that, because anything else was just frustrating, and rarely gained me anything.
He didn't look lost anymore, he looked worried. I knew you would feed from me, but I didn't know you would bring me. Try again, kiss me. I noticed, I said, and it was nice to just be able to talk without risking a tongue injury.
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