that thieving bastard

Lia frowned a little at the empathy in Vanta’s eyes and found herself wondering… if that wasn’t exactly what she was running away from. Vanta had read her well up into that moment. Her talk of looking for her place, and stepping out from the shadows of others struck a chord in her. She wondered now if she had blundered in speaking so freely of her past. She regretted seeing that understanding shift to pity, and a need to protect. If she wanted protection, Briar would have sheltered her from anything that wished her harm.

When Vanta pushed her paw back, Lia reached out and grabbed it gently. Locking her eyes onto Vanta’s. “Sex is nothing to be ashamed of, Vanta” She said softly. “There’s power to be found in sex, even by those that have no power of their own. You’d be surprised what people will do for it.”

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