( i'm an orphan, she could say, what do you think? starved things weren't trained to wait for scraps; if she were metaphorically plucking feathers off of little birds, she would devour and devour until she was gluttonously sick from it.
in the end, she settles for a shade of honesty that doesn't feel like offering her heart up for vivisection. )
I have more experience with being hunted. And even more experience in making myself difficult to snare. Is it really just the hunt you enjoy? Or is it the promise of catching something worth having?
( she doesn't recognize the question is its own little tell of where her own preferences lie. that little rot of an infection she can't quite cure, with all its symptoms of wanting to be coveted, adored, special. )
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in the end, she settles for a shade of honesty that doesn't feel like offering her heart up for vivisection. )
I have more experience with being hunted. And even more experience in making myself difficult to snare.
Is it really just the hunt you enjoy? Or is it the promise of catching something worth having?
( she doesn't recognize the question is its own little tell of where her own preferences lie. that little rot of an infection she can't quite cure, with all its symptoms of wanting to be coveted, adored, special. )