A/N: This is a continuation of the light prompt, kiddies.


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It was such a relief for her to feel something other than blind obedience.

Her toes wiggled through open-toed shoes as she kicked up dust, and she couldn't care less about the dirt under her toenails. Who needs to fuss about niceties when all she wants to do is feel again?

The light burned at her lungs, her skin, her eyes, and through it all she thought to herself, "Just a few more steps…A few more steps…"

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Bring me closer to you…

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But the light is so bright, and she can only see the silver lining for a time.

Her limbs feel like leaded pillars and the butler's voice is something she wants to get away from. He's afraid that her lord brother will have his head for allowing her to go this far into the dragon's nest.

Hunter, she corrects. For they are in a dragon hunter's nest.

That must make her the dragon.

And while she wonders if she'll be killed the moment he sets eye on her, she realizes…

…she doesn't care.

To die by his hands is heaven compared to living in dull, monotonous eternity forever.

At the very least, she must see his healthy face before her end.

Her legs plead for mercy, and she obliges.

Hopefully the fall will kill her before she is dragged back to the shadows.

Her arms reach out instinctively for something she can't catch.

And into the welcoming warmth of his arms…she falls.

Falling out of the shadows, into the sun's embrace.

Falling for him all over again.