Blackfeather Woods [m] i've known everything but this

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The demons of the wood cackled and danced as if they were enacting some sort of ritual; he didn't see them, but maybe she did. Maybe that's why she was insisting so desperately for this — not of her own volition but because of some possession, some sort of inebriation. Whatever it was, Mou remained ignorant of it — he had his own demons to battle. By letting them take hold, even for just a few minutes of doubt and guilt and dangerously consuming emotion, he wasn't just hurting himself, but Maegi too. She began to plead with him; her voice carrying despite the confines of the trees. Her voice cracked. She was crying — and the sound of that pulled him from the deep well of his own sins. He looked at her cautiously, like she was something fragile that couldn't be touched, and with a shaking few steps he drew closer again.

It will be, he promised, but maybe it was the breathiness of his voice or the fact he couldn't look at her for long, it wasn't a confident start. Mou felt his heart crawling up from his depths where it lodged in his throat, full to bursting with his love of her, and though he felt as if he might choke on it he tried to explain — I love you M'gee buh I... I don't wan' to hurt you. Wasn't that exactly what he was doing now? Was it better to hurt her a little bit now to avoid the truth of all this — that he was afraid? Beyond afraid. Each time Mou tried to find connection he failed, and he couldn't take that again. He couldn't see everything melt down around them both, not when things were so good between them. He was being selfish; perhaps the old Screech still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

But he was standing so close to her. The air felt electric, like a storm was on its way - he could taste her tears on his breath, and he longed to touch her again. Drawing his attention up with a tilt of his nose, he brushed at her cheek - I'd do henny'ting for you M'gee, you know that.