The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

Flare’s smile showed a little more teeth every time he made it during their little drink together. A drink that went down too fast, and too foolishly. It seemed he was yet to learn his own limit. Perhaps she intended her words to be an insult, but in that moment they simply sounded like a challenge. One he was all too willing to answer. “Sweet Demelza, would you give me a kiss?” He crooned lightly, and with nothing to lose. She would give, or he would take and the world kept moving. This was the way of things, and how it would always be.

He leaned a little more forward across the table, resting a paw that didn’t seem to sit quite right against the wood. He didn’t even feel it, amongst the alcohol in his veins. Not broken, but he had definitely done something to the paw.


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