Hushed Willows [m] But I keep crawling over you for now

Ah, there he was, the gilded coward spun in fine gleaming lies; for all his faults, he was beautiful. Marina nearly recoiled from his beauty even so, disgusted more than comforted by it. It felt somehow like another false promise. She tried to smile at him and came up with a sad sort of grimace instead.

You seem surprised. I know - you're a fool and a liar, I've known it since we met. But you're no rapist, I guess. I shouldn't have left, She laughed, a cracking hysterical sound that shattered abruptly into a sob — and then she was crying, sinking to the ground, burying her face between her forelegs as if she might hide the broad cracks in her suddenly-bared soul; as if she might stem the tide of manic red draining through.