[ There it is again. That horrible feeling of his gaze flaying her to bone and marrow, burrowing deep into muscle and tissue and every ugly, grisly part of her insides. Usually, she can't bring herself to hold it for more than a few seconds but this time she manages to hold her ground. This time, she manages to look right at him.
How is she supposed to say it? Telling people pretty lies they want to hear is her forte but what Oberon wants is the truth. And isn't that hilarious? He's just as much of a liar as she is - worse, even - and now he's asking her to say something real. He must know it's impossible. Maybe that's exactly why he's saying it.
But she can't bring herself not to try.
So she swallows. Wets her lips nervously, like she's about to deliver a line from a script she hasn't quite memorized yet. But there's no pretense in her gaze, nothing in the way of guile or flattery and the words she finally manages to find - ]
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How is she supposed to say it? Telling people pretty lies they want to hear is her forte but what Oberon wants is the truth. And isn't that hilarious? He's just as much of a liar as she is - worse, even - and now he's asking her to say something real. He must know it's impossible. Maybe that's exactly why he's saying it.
But she can't bring herself not to try.
So she swallows. Wets her lips nervously, like she's about to deliver a line from a script she hasn't quite memorized yet. But there's no pretense in her gaze, nothing in the way of guile or flattery and the words she finally manages to find - ]
I want you the way you always are.
[ - aren't in any way a lie. ]