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[Stillwater]

Stillwater

He was growing more irritated the longer she remained. The back and forth, the tug-of-war was grating. One moment, she would be open to him, and the next instant she would be cold and distant, completely shut down from the world. He didn’t care to know her thoughts, they probably didn’t even concern him. But the sudden, solid wall she dropped so sharply between them at the slightest imagined threat was maddening.

He tried to understand, tried to make things easy for her, and still she shut him out. She refused to trust him, even when he went against his nature to allow her safe passage -of a sort. He was done with it. No more freebies.

”We’re dangerous. We are wrong for each other and yet we can’t get enough of each other.”
She inched closer, her eyes of fire unable to ignite his lake-blue; he was too deep and out of reach now.
”Why is that, Stillwater? Tell me...”
Her muzzle edged toward him, and again he pulled away with a turn of his head and a step to the side. He was feeling like a toy, an amusement that she dragged about behind her whenever she wished, or locked him away in unending darkness when she was bored of him. Or afraid of him.

Enough. Just leave, Nayl.
They were getting no where, and he was growing increasingly agitated.

You got what you came for, he pointed out blandly, What more do you want.

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