[ An ordinary girl. Oh, wouldn't that be lovely? An ordinary girl like anybody else, who gets to love and live on her own terms, without needing anybody's permission, without hating herself to death for even wanting to try. But that's so far out of her reach, even she can't dream of it. She best she can hope for is to polish herself to such a brilliant mirror shine that the end result dazzles too much for anyone to get a close look. Too distant for anyone to try and touch.
But Oberon is here. Vortigern is here. He's looking at her and touching her in all the ways nobody is allowed to do. In the one way she's wanted somebody to for as long as she can remember. ]
I won't.
[ She says it with a smile — a wonky angle to her lips, like she's telling a joke she's unsure of. And instead of saying anything else — or letting him second guess her again — she tugs him down to meet her so she can kiss him again. She's done pretending to be patient. ]
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But Oberon is here. Vortigern is here. He's looking at her and touching her in all the ways nobody is allowed to do. In the one way she's wanted somebody to for as long as she can remember. ]
I won't.
[ She says it with a smile — a wonky angle to her lips, like she's telling a joke she's unsure of. And instead of saying anything else — or letting him second guess her again — she tugs him down to meet her so she can kiss him again. She's done pretending to be patient. ]