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"You could have done that the moment we entered this damn shelter," I snapped, realisation dawning on me while Hendrix began tugging the buttons of my tunic open.
"I could do many things at any given moment, lightwing. You only have to ask me nicely and any one of your dreams might come true."

"You could have done that the moment we entered this damn shelter," I snapped, realisation dawning on me while Hendrix began tugging the buttons of my tunic open.
"I could do many things at any given moment, lightwing. You only have to ask me nicely and any one of your dreams might come true."

He was so close, his body so much bigger than mine, his presence so powerful I thought I might suffocate beneath the weight of it.
But instead of drowning on each inhale I took of him, I was finding myself intoxicated by that same madness he claimed to be suffering in my presence because I still hadn't withdrawn, and now I was thinking about his mouth too.

"I can't stop staring at your mouth," he said in a low growl which had every thought in my mind scattering. "All the damn time. When you curse me, when you spit at me, even when you drive me utterly insane with your constant cleverness. It's infuriating."

"Your hair rather suits you like that," I commented, the brightness of it catching my gaze again. "Your beauty was obvious before, but that strength you possess wasn't. I see it more clearly now. The glimmer of magic upon you was all it took to unveil it."

If the boon was to be mine, I had to try harder with her and truly win her onto my side. The truth was, I needed her. For more reasons than just the Dragon - though the spirit's aid would make it all the more likely that we would survive this cursed place and make it to the Great Elm.

"If you can't, then we're all fucked, aren't we, pretty human?"
"Stop calling me that," I griped.
"If you didn't like it, your pupils wouldn't dilate the way they do each time I bring it up."
"That's contempt," I hissed.
"Oh? So you feel no surge of heat within your veins when I tell you how very captivating I find those violet eyes of yours to be?"

Arguing with Hendrix was like screaming into the wind. It got me nowhere and only left me festering in my own vexation.
Still he closed in on me and still I refused to turn and look at him. I knew he wanted to rattle me, knew he enjoyed the game of tormenting me and wanting to gain a reaction. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of earning one.

"I came here to focus."
"Are you calling me a distraction?" he teased, inching closer, his steps silent but presence pressing.
"Yes."

I could feel him prowling closer all the same. His presence was like a weight in the air which made my skin prickle and senses heighten. Perhaps it was my instincts warning of a predator at my back, but it was impossible for me to not know when he had entered a room.