Swiftcurrent Creek your heart [m]

Love was not for Clarice.
xxxxxxDeath was for Clarice. She brought it, time and time again; hexes, poisoning, the knife that pressed into your back a thousand times. A passionate blade. But here that was useless. She waved it left and right, thrust it blindly, (Iwouldkillforyou,Iwillkillforyou,) but it was useless, here; and so she turns to look to him as he drags against her, half-registering his murmurings...
xxxxxxSos was for Clarice. Her eyes are bright, sharp, as she turns her head, licking her snout. He can hear her, Sos can always hear her. (What can I do, what can I do?)