[She stops just inches from him, studying him beneath her scarf, perhaps forgetting that she happens to be in public. Some part of her feels the familiarity between them, as if it had never left -- but it had, a wicked piece in the back of her head reminds her. It had fled, and gone, and left her behind with the half built foundation they had begun.
It had left her starving and in pain. But he wouldn't know anything about that, would he? She is a bitter creature, thirsty to punish his uncontrolled transgression.]
(Shadows take infinite forms, Aleksander.)
[His name in her mind cuts like a dagger, a sensation she knows only from their shared minds rather than experience. Ilde was there, when he was not, and then she was gone too -- but not before she shared with her. Not before she had seen them attempt to drown one another, and drank from the dredges of past pain.]
(But I have made it my business not to forget the shadows closest to me. What of you?)
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It had left her starving and in pain. But he wouldn't know anything about that, would he? She is a bitter creature, thirsty to punish his uncontrolled transgression.]
( Shadows take infinite forms, Aleksander. )
[His name in her mind cuts like a dagger, a sensation she knows only from their shared minds rather than experience. Ilde was there, when he was not, and then she was gone too -- but not before she shared with her. Not before she had seen them attempt to drown one another, and drank from the dredges of past pain.]
( But I have made it my business not to forget the shadows closest to me. What of you? )