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Marcelinne hears her name uttered in a tone that makes heart slow down its rhythm.
- Wait! We need to talk!
Long claws tighten around her wrist. She feels the weight of what needs to be discussed, combing through the horn-like growths on her neck with free hand.
We both love Vearo
Like a verdict.
- Everything will be fine! Just like before, only better.
The optimism of her companion evokes confusion in Marcelinne. An attempt to smile in response is not convincing at all.
She measures the distance to the turn of the stairs with her eyes, leading to the main hall of the tavern. A kind of refuge - lively, but excellent for avoiding private conversations.
- Do you really not care that we will be sharing one man? - Anxiety permeates her words. - It will be completely different.
She is not going to let her go so easily.
- Share? Oh no, only prey is shared. - Ruri dismisses the idea. Lips spread into a smirk.
Marcelinne cannot hide her uncertainty, and Miqo’te knowingly moves towards her, blocking her way.
Instinctively, she presses her "prey" against the wall, leaving no room to maneuver.
- Besides, it's happening with you. You like cats, don't you?
Purple eyes meet cobalt, and in that moment, like in a trap, all feelings freeze.
Tell me the truth
Marcelinne licks her lips.
- Yes...
- And you used to cuddle with me before. You weren't shy. - Accusation is in her tone. - I slept on your chest!
The healer is anxious. She instantly recalls moments of closeness, the scent of their bodies, shampoo. Ruri confronts her with facts. Those moments were real.
- Yes...
Barely audible.
- I'm glad you're crazy about me...
At that moment, Ruri shifts to a kiss, dispelling any lingering doubts in Marcelinne's mind.