Emberwood [m]Reach for light.

Who did this silly, foolish boy believe himself to be? Handing out orders to her as if he held the authority to command her actions. Who was he to not accept the win and let her drift off into the night?

Curse him.

If he was too much of a coward to watch the life drain from her eyes then she would spend every moment after that breath still flowed into her lungs making him regret it.

Damn him, the insufferable craven.

But what delusions plagued his mind that led him to believe he was in control? A buffoon, that's what he was. In this cursed land, none held dominion, not her, and least of all him. They were all sitting on this gods-forsaken rock, waiting for their chance to be flung into the stars. It was her chance now. She wanted to go, and who was he to stop her?

Fuck him, thrice over.

And although in her mind she was hissing and spitting his curses, defying him in every thought, she obeyed once again. The long arms wrapped around his neck, yanking his head down to be met with teeth landing indiscriminately. Hind legs reaching up simultaneously to kick and pummel like a rabbit.