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"You!" she screamed, patcense breaking, and shot up from her seat on her couch, tea spilling from it's hold and tumbling down her dress, though she was too annoyed to notice the steaming contents scalding her fair skin underneath her skirts. The cup shattered on her best rug in the pottery shop parlor, and the winter wind howled outside as if a gasp. The fireplace next to them roared in agreement, and there was a long pause between them, filled with stuttering from the exasperated golden dragon.
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Latent Feelings by somatogenic
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Felia yelped in her lack of voice to properly express her outrage, and the mazoku sitting across from her looked vaguely alarmed, but the telltale sign of his trade mark smirk told her that he was more amused than anything.
Why do you come around here so much! she stomped, originally, acendently on Xellos' foot, even when she noticed the error her anger was too spiteful to right it with an apology, and, in her blindness she stomped on it again for good measure (as to get her point across) As if her flaming nostrils weren't enough of an indicator. The signs of her intense displeasure towards him were so that even the legendary jellyfish head Gourry could make out her ire. Xellos' grin widened at this thought, and this was a mistake, or, from his point-of-view . . .
She swallowed, taking in a deep breath, planning her next words with care, and his eyes opened and were alighted with an describlible light that was neither manleviolent nor hateful in any kind, way, shape, or form. Again, in the blindness of her actions she failed to notice the signs. Not the first time, and certainty not the last. She gulped once more, her monologue set, and began.
On the twelve of every month, each month, without fail, you have come to me for nearly a decade to my peaceful little shop in Seryun and I would like to ask WHY! When you come, you tease me exhaustibly, and I have tried everything in my power to dissuade you from appearing again but yet you come once more! And Why! You actions are like a little boy's, no, no, worse! For you are an adult, and ancient one at that, and yet you persist in haranguing me year after year with the same remarks and nasty commentary towards my race and the only reason for this injustice that I can conceive is this: you like me. No- LOVE me, and you are afraid to show it, either that, or incompetent. Answer me now, monster! Or prepared to be knocked out of this plane and into the next, back to where your filthy kind derives from! she struck a fighting pose, teeth clenched, feet in sturdy position, yet she couldn't help but feel unease. The feeling did not pass when thirty minutes later he still sat there in the seat across her, face pinched and eyes shut tight as if in deep concentration. She lossened her stand for once second and that, in that single second of her warverence, he stroke. It was something for generations would be retold with disbelief at each time the tale was spun, each new litter adding to it and making it more extraordinary with extravagant details of betrayal, lust, love, and danger. But it was most extraordinary in it's original, present form, in the shape of Xellos' lips pressing against hers, a kiss in the purest.
I love you Felia Ut Copt in a way that defies mazoku law, and with this, with no flashing lights, big kabooms, with out much ado, he turned into a human, his past sins cleansed in this love. And she kissed him back, for they both knew it was always a matter of latent feelings.
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THE END