"Thank you," you'll say tightly. It will be your second day on my roof, and I'll have just finished dressing the last of your wounds.
I'll pat the gauze wrapping your bare chest, just to see if you'll flinch away like the last couple of times. You will not disappoint.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I'll say, hoping you say it back because the sword you insist on keeping sheathed at your hip looks extremely real.
You'll blink up at me with eyes that are both dark and light, and I'll wonder what I've done to warrant that stark fear glinting in them.
"Not yet you won't." you'll breathe.
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Where I Belong| ongoing
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