[ She's never protested his attempts to wield her, and things go much the same the other way around, a broadsword as light as a feather in her hands, a guillotine tucked away in her pocket. (That's the way love works, isn't it? Give and take in both directions, without the slightest qualms.)
She tugs and he offers no resistance. ]
Sure thing.
[ It's what he always says, when it comes to her. Sure thing. Whether it's going out to get ice cream, taking a walk around the gardens, or I don't think Mutius likes me much. It's I love you, dressed in other words, though he says those words too, sometimes, when nobody can hear, when he tucks her into bed and he could snap her neck right then and there, perched as he usually is on the edge of her mattress, and she could slit his throat as he leans over her to kiss her on the forehead.
But for now, she says I think I want to play a game and he has never been able to say no. ]
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She tugs and he offers no resistance. ]
Sure thing.
[ It's what he always says, when it comes to her. Sure thing. Whether it's going out to get ice cream, taking a walk around the gardens, or I don't think Mutius likes me much. It's I love you, dressed in other words, though he says those words too, sometimes, when nobody can hear, when he tucks her into bed and he could snap her neck right then and there, perched as he usually is on the edge of her mattress, and she could slit his throat as he leans over her to kiss her on the forehead.
But for now, she says I think I want to play a game and he has never been able to say no. ]