[He hasn't been a kind man in decades, and when she pushes hard at his chest, the Darkling lets her go, the fabric of her dress slipping through his fingers. Let her fall if she wants it so badly.
There is no way to see her, to know what happens next, except to listen to the sounds of clothes rustling and maybe her body hitting the floor.]
Careful what you wish for, Sun Summoner.
[And he buries his hope beneath contempt. Buries the deep disappointment that his touch didn't spark her Sun beneath layers of long-practiced disdain. She tried to kill him not that long ago, her and her tracker friend, the fight at the Fold and the cold, cruel embrace of the Volcra. His hand hurts just thinking about Alina.]
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There is no way to see her, to know what happens next, except to listen to the sounds of clothes rustling and maybe her body hitting the floor.]
Careful what you wish for, Sun Summoner.
[And he buries his hope beneath contempt. Buries the deep disappointment that his touch didn't spark her Sun beneath layers of long-practiced disdain. She tried to kill him not that long ago, her and her tracker friend, the fight at the Fold and the cold, cruel embrace of the Volcra. His hand hurts just thinking about Alina.]
I might be tempted to give it to you.