Duck Lake No one dies from love; guess I'll be the first

Some powerplay, let me know if it isn't okay!

Sleep must have come for her. She dreamed. No, not dreams, nightmares. Fitful sleep, restless sleep, cut short; she woke to @Lestan fast asleep, their limbs twined intimately, and remembered her nightmares. His eyes were cold in her memory. Reverie slipped from his embrace unthinking and desperate; uncomfortably overheated, itching, unclean. He stirred and settled again. She sighed her relief and turned away. She couldn't breathe; she needed space. Too much, too quickly. He held too much of her now. Reverie felt it keenly, the potential for hurt in his grasp. She had sensed the danger in their intimacy but this — this was beyond what she imagined. They say that love feels like a stolen heart, but she felt as if her lungs had been taken from her, ribs snapped, sternum cracked —
Open, and left bare for the world to see. Was this love? No; no. This was fear and raw unprepared vulnerability, this was a panic wound tightly around her, but maybe one day it could be love. Maybe vulnerability was just the first painful step. Her feet stilled in the snow, a glance cast over her shoulder at Lestan's sleeping form. She'd meant to leave him there, but she couldn't. Even now she felt drawn to him. She wondered if that was what she wanted: to love Lestan, to let him hurt her, to love him anyway because she knew she would. Or maybe she would hurt him; could she? That would mean this meant something to him.
She didn't know, couldn't guess at his feelings. She could only know her own.
What do I want?
I want…
She wanted to dance; she wanted to leave it all behind.
So she caught the breeze under her feet and spun patterns in the snow. She gathered winter in her fur and felt free. Never far from Lestan; caught in his orbit, him, the brightest star in a flickering world of light. All the brightest things burned, and she was only a girl who never could do what she was meant to. Everyone knew that you ran from fire.
She could only watch it grow.