( distantly, she thinks of mal's first attempts at slipshod snares — twined rope and bent twigs from the earth. how rabbits had still fallen for it, despite its crude design. she doesn't have to take the bait armand has laid down to be guiltily caught, her desire skinned and laid bare; silence is as much an admission as any.
because he's right, of course. she fears that she doesn't fear it as she should. )
A good hunter doesn't lay such an obvious trap.
( tell me, have you been thinking about our encounter as much as i have? stupidly, she knows she's going to walk into it, anyway. subtlety doesn't matter, if your prey is famished and curious enough to paw closer. )
That depends on how often you've been thinking about me, doesn't it. Tell me.
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because he's right, of course. she fears that she doesn't fear it as she should. )
A good hunter doesn't lay such an obvious trap.
( tell me, have you been thinking about our encounter as much as i have? stupidly, she knows she's going to walk into it, anyway. subtlety doesn't matter, if your prey is famished and curious enough to paw closer. )
That depends on how often you've been thinking about me, doesn't it. Tell me.