Not that...not that I wasn't happy to hand it over. You gotta...
[ she trips over her sentiment. it had been such a warm, fulfilling sensation to pass the scythe into the other slayer's hands. something beyond an equal exchange for the sweet little earrings. a gift of grace -- a piece of her handed freely over with care and respect and due ceremony. what was grace if not an ounce of charisma, carefully carved out of a social norm? there had been an electric connection in those moments. something perfectly acceptable and alright.
maybe this awkward feeling now was the fear that melaka wasn't feeling the same way. wasn't feeling the mutual ownership. the, if you will, shared stake in the scythe's destiny. ]
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[ she trips over her sentiment. it had been such a warm, fulfilling sensation to pass the scythe into the other slayer's hands. something beyond an equal exchange for the sweet little earrings. a gift of grace -- a piece of her handed freely over with care and respect and due ceremony. what was grace if not an ounce of charisma, carefully carved out of a social norm? there had been an electric connection in those moments. something perfectly acceptable and alright.
maybe this awkward feeling now was the fear that melaka wasn't feeling the same way. wasn't feeling the mutual ownership. the, if you will, shared stake in the scythe's destiny. ]