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she would find him.
he watched her depart, tormented; he decamped from himself, even as haunches settled weakly to the earth.
surely laurel did not mean for him to be any part of this, but he still burned from the touch of her lithe body.
it aggravated mahler, maddened him; his flesh still so weak despite the urgent love of his heart, as if skin worked from organ and both disconnected at the soul.
i will find you
his mouth paled to sawdust. lips suddenly dry; he stood, weaving.
mind refused to shape a single thought.
the remainder of the day would find mahler kept to the borders, patrolling until nightfall, avoiding the ember of lust in him that refused to die.