Xirysa Says: Just to show that I'm not dead, and that I'm still writing.
Knowing
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She does not know what she does to him—every smile and gesture from her leaves his stomach squirming and twisting and yearning for more.
Just a word from her makes it hard for him to breath.
When she sits beside him on the grass after camp is made for the night, laughing at something he has said that isn't remotely funny, it is difficult to stop himself from grinning like a fool.
And when he sees her in the arms of her beloved knight and hears of her decision to live with him on the plains, it is all he can do to stop himself from ripping out his own sad heart.
He wasn't one for happy endings, anyway.
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Xirysa Says: Blaargh. So this was totally written/typed in three minutes. Approximately. Ambiguity—that thing I'm learning to love more and more—is there again. And... Uh, yeah. Not much else to say on this.