Healer-boy

…and the absolute mess was back. He started blabbering, and she tilted her head, looking up at him at last. She narrowed her eyes slightly, some of that Vesper-charm returning. “Won't?” She asked, a touch amused. Why did everything have to be all or nothing with Oleander. It seemed like he was about to start revolving his life around it, and then quite suddenly turned it into a brick wall. Sometimes she couldn’t with this boy.

She scoffed at his last statement, dramatically rolling her eyes to the moon and back. “You're really telling me that terrifying Warlord of yours has never put himself on a slave?” She asked for clarification. The Armada was so weird sometimes. They kept slaves, but had all these weird rules about them. Her last owners were basically a free for all. Of course, that easily lead to incest, and other complications.


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