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"You wouldn't be wrong in your assumptions."

⠀ The only resistance Tanya finds in pulling Mileena's hand closer is from the initial surprise. But she yields, as she 𝑎𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 does for her. Her fingers flatten tentatively against the warmth of her skin like Tanya was something scorching, no different than the fire +

"And what do they say, Tanya?"


He posted up on his throne of water. "Good evening..."

⠀ Tanya's voice is thinner, hollowed just enough that Mileena can catch the difference in the resonance —— it's easy given how often that velvet voice plays in her head. With that answer, Mileena is held away at arm's reach and she feels it —— the gravity of the gap +

you won’t fail me, and i won’t fail you.

⠀ 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘴 How very perceptive Tanya was. The grip around her wrist is warm —— the kind of heat that softens and renders the harshest things, even Mileena, malleable. For a moment, the princess indulges in the praise. Blooming in her chest were pride and something +




