Blackfeather Woods and then one day you find ten years have got behind you

The expression on his face wasn't new, except it was to Mou. It was the look that overtook Screech when he had found himself quarrelling with Sorina; the look that affected him mere seconds before taking things too far with Raven. If it had been Screech who saw this pale wraith of a girl with her mind distracted and body poised perfectly before him, things might've ended differently — badly for Maegi, anyways. But this was Mou now; a boy reborn in shadow, a broken fragment of a thing that was intoxicated by the girl before him and would never wish her harm. He wanted something, but it wasn't something that Mou could recognize.

Then, she turned around. The seed stuck upon her tongue, and a goading tone slurred around that. He liked the sound of her laughter; it wasn't a familiar thing to his ears, but the doped-up glee made him smile.

Mou stepped closer and with some tenderness, flicked his tongue out to touch her's. The seed transfered, and he swallowed quickly, as if the thing would sprout on his tongue if he wasn't careful.