a killer come to call, beyza

[Beyza]

Jamie tries to explain, making Beyza wonder if she wasn’t so practiced at concealing her emotions as she hoped (she is, in fact, not very good at it at all). His words still don’t clarify the problem for her, however. All she can think is the idea of someone being addicted to her didn’t sound awful - there was a temptation to that future. It was an intoxication of its own, the idea of being needed so intensely by someone else. Would it give her the same high every time she used her magic to soothe away his pain? To watch him move and breathe without struggle or pain? “Well, I don’t think that would be so bad.” And though she’s certainly serious, she softens the intensity of her gaze with a smile that matches his shark grin - not thinking to be embarrassed by the implications of her words. She’s a young mare that speaks frankly on all matters.  “My magic it… likes to help others.” She pauses, trying to find the words to describe what she means as she continues to study his face. “It felt good to relieve your pain. Really good.” Still with that simple, almost-clinical manner of stating these emotions that feel like facts. “I don’t think you’d be the only one to get addicted.” Her naive mind thinks that their addictions would cancel each other out, stop the exchange from being unhealthy. It sounds ideal, even - a partnership. So why does he hesitate? beyza

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