Sleepy Fox Hollow such sweet nothing

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The question that she’d intended to ask was never completed, and so it never received an answer. Still, it was present within the back of her mind, influenced more so by need than true curiosity—but it remained unasked, lacking the strength to transform into actual words. In fact, it seemed as if few of her thoughts had the capability to turn themselves into sentences, her mind far more focused on watching than it was speaking. The way in which he laid across the earth, his body pressed against her mountains, kept hold of her gaze. She could not look away, nor did she want to, her body held in place by various things—the need to protect her home, her worries over what he might do, and so on.

His voice broke the silence, the anger that his words created encouraging her to speak. “If you do not want them, then leave,” said the vessel, her tone nearing the edge of a command. “Leave my mountains now and never return.” A soul as vile as his, no longer accepted by Draco, did not deserve to set foot onto the range. It belonged to her, despite what others might believe, and she could not leave him to drag his loathsome self through her domain.

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