And Hayame is not a sorceress who does not take things personally. There had been no path available to her towards escaping the fate of most mares in the breeding stable that did not require the burning, desperate passion of envy, offense, and rage- rage against the way the world worked even as she made no efforts to truly defy it, only to claw her way towards the scraps of respect and dignity available to her.
And she-]
Is that supposed to make me happy? That between the two of us, you might choose me?
[It still put her in the same category as a demon. One whose scent (stain) is so recent on Akua that even though, in her desperation, she had reached out for her... now it burns her, to think of the two of them together, smirking, laughing, maybe even... even touching, like they had touched, and the thought makes her so sick and feel so stupid that she almost runs right then and there, but-
Akua says she'd help, she'd bind him, she'd let her kill him, but Hayame knows that isn't true, and her "voice" cracks despite her best effort, embarrassed by how emotional she sounds compared to the other woman but unable to stop, wailing in her hearts but snapping with her teeth.]
If you had let me kill him properly in the roots then none of this would have happened, Akua!
[... None of this would have happened. Whatever "this" was.]
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Hayame does not dance.
And Hayame is not a sorceress who does not take things personally. There had been no path available to her towards escaping the fate of most mares in the breeding stable that did not require the burning, desperate passion of envy, offense, and rage- rage against the way the world worked even as she made no efforts to truly defy it, only to claw her way towards the scraps of respect and dignity available to her.
And she-]
Is that supposed to make me happy? That between the two of us, you might choose me?
[It still put her in the same category as a demon. One whose scent (stain) is so recent on Akua that even though, in her desperation, she had reached out for her... now it burns her, to think of the two of them together, smirking, laughing, maybe even... even touching, like they had touched, and the thought makes her so sick and feel so stupid that she almost runs right then and there, but-
Akua says she'd help, she'd bind him, she'd let her kill him, but Hayame knows that isn't true, and her "voice" cracks despite her best effort, embarrassed by how emotional she sounds compared to the other woman but unable to stop, wailing in her hearts but snapping with her teeth.]
If you had let me kill him properly in the roots then none of this would have happened, Akua!
[... None of this would have happened. Whatever "this" was.]