Duskfire Glacier [m]wen se solèy la

was this how all women felt in their times? the stranger continued his hard onslaught against her body, and she felt herself ground to nothing against the unyielding cold stone, the scent of ice and his body and her own hoarse laughter, sundering —

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he left her in delightful shambles; a sliver of green watched him. mireille summoned her energy; she built it upon the sweet ache for something more he had left behind, and twisted sharply into a lunge that took all her blossomed strength and the ability of her tremulous legs.
she wanted to drive him away; to let him see her fury through his depletion. and now it was not in desire, but protectiveness. she weaponized her youth and wielded it a second time, a hammer.