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it was fear, not love, that enveloped bhediya's quivering frame. that ball of emotion continued to grow until it was so heavy that she thought it might suffocate her. adrenaline coursed through her body though she stood still, refusing to move lest he pursue her. it wasn't as though she'd been oblivious of his troubling patterns — his silent watching, following her every step — but bhe had chosen to write it off as a benign dependency, rooted in loneliness.

but this, this! — 

pygmalion shifted so bhediya stepped back. one paw remained raised should she need to turn and run. most of her energy went to keeping the fear clear from her expression. i... she began, eyes thin and ears taut while she considered the situation, like a lemming. her voice was low, hardly audible. a small smile crept onto her face to mask how unsafe she actually felt.