there's fire in your blood
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The ease with which he becomes a matching form disgusts her now but she doesn’t trade the dragon for something else, wanting the protection that these hard scales give. In this dream, their effectiveness changes with each strike - glancing blows leave cuts across her skin and hard strikes bounce off. There is no reason to it and she wishes this was one of the dreams where she would wake in the middle of a fight.
That she is even thinking about how she is dreaming should be a clue that this is different (more real) than the others she has had but she is too focused on trying to destroy him that she does not pause to think about it.
Not even when they part, her breaths coming in deep gulps and she keeps her gaze locked on him as he circles her, those bright eyes of hers not even daring to blink.
Mazikeen recoils from the question as if it were a blow itself, her features twisting into a scowl. Was she enjoying this? She did not enjoy being this close to him, did not enjoy the memories that each wound spills alongside the blood even though they are hazier in a dream than they would be in real life (and that is a small blessing). They don’t pull at her now like they did in the fight with Reave.
But she wanted to kill him and that required a certain level of closeness. At least enough to push him from this cliff and maybe that will wake her up.
So she doesn’t answer the question and tells herself she doesn’t care which conclusions he’ll draw from her silence. Or, near-silence because instead she asks a question that’s never gotten her an answer that didn’t make her skin crawl in any other dream. But she asks it every single time anyway. “Why are you here?”
m a z i k e e n . |
@  Gale
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