Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

Oh Razikale please, I beg of you to open the earth already.

She felt awful as guilt built in the pit of her stomach. He called out all of her awful bluffs — granted she had not tried awfully hard to hide her discomfort. His words felt like daggers against her even if he never spoke with anger. She had sought reprimand for her rude questioning but this was far different than anything she had anticipated or prayed for.

"I mean, unless that's not something you want..."

Sheepishly she rolled her head over once more to gaze at him, sidelong out of ruby eyes. I like you. She whispered carefully as if words spoken too loud might further splinter things. I want you. In ways she didn't completely understand, if she were to be truthful. I don't want to ruin things before they even really start. She felt vulnerable but there was nowhere to go under his form. Perhaps it was best to face the discomfort head on. Not that she could understand that in this moment.