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erzulie regarded both the savage boy and his outburst with an unruffled implacabilty she had only attained through her many experiences with men — within her chest, her heart beat its wings wildly at such a show, one that could have left her maimed or worse. quietly, the woman continued to preen droplets of saltwater from her chai-tea pelt, letting out her breath in a sigh. the boy was warped in this moment with emotions for which he had no name; erzulie knew her skills of persuasion were of no use to her now.
laying a small paw along her plume, the harlot smoothed wet sand from its honeyed hairs and turned her mintfire gaze upon the boy. "it was you who be da reason i am alive in dis moment, child," erzulie observed in a warmer tone. perhaps he was plagued by love; perhaps he had committed murder; perhaps he only could feel hatred for himself in this moment. "tell me why it is you t'ink you suck."