[She didn't mean to bite him that hard. It will be apparent, perhaps, in the little surge of panic that spikes in the chaotic mix of their Communions. She can count her life's kisses on the fingers of her hands, which was already too shameful a fact to bear when she hadn't even been able to accomplish the sick goal she'd attempted under the guide of masquerade anonymity- the same failure that had led her frustrated and slick beneath her tail to demand he shared a room with her that night, because-
... Because she had trusted him.
She shouldn't have given his shard back- If she still had it, would this make sense? Were she in heat she could find an excuse to forgive herself for what she had done (what he had done?), but she isn't, she won't be for a week, at least, and... no, she cannot ask for his shard back now, she doesn't- What if she senses in it-]
You have been thinking of me as a woman this entire time- ?
[Her voice cracks, the tears cooling on her cheeks... but she says the word "woman" as if it were the most shameful thing a person could be.]
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... Because she had trusted him.
She shouldn't have given his shard back- If she still had it, would this make sense? Were she in heat she could find an excuse to forgive herself for what she had done (what he had done?), but she isn't, she won't be for a week, at least, and... no, she cannot ask for his shard back now, she doesn't- What if she senses in it-]
You have been thinking of me as a woman this entire time- ?
[Her voice cracks, the tears cooling on her cheeks... but she says the word "woman" as if it were the most shameful thing a person could be.]