Duck Lake [m] Let it go, paint my body gold

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It was the aftermath which found her awareness again, a moment tired and stripped bare of every flimsy shield she held around herself. Reverie felt so terribly exposed, as if Lestan had opened her chest and laid her heart out in the winter air. She shivered and tucked her face against his chest. She felt that he would no longer want her. She had given him this part of herself too soon, too freely.
Reverie remembered her lessons, after all. Remembered this is a woman's power and men don't want easy girls, dirty girls, sluts, taught so faithfully to her in The Gilded Sea. She had thought only of Lestan in that moment, but now she thought of so many things. Too many, and there were no walls to hide her. This fear, this nakedness of her soul, she couldn't bear it! The tears started then, quiet but unrelenting. She clung to him as if she might hold him there, as if that might stop him from hating her, leaving her, thinking her disgusting.