"of you. from you." he may see the difference, but all she sees are semantics. fernando's power, his choking grasp on this region, are part of him. just as the mists are part of him. just as tapu fini is part of him. she cannot explain the delicate coil, the scents and ribbons that curl around him, that perhaps even he cannot see. 

"they always do," she says with a simpering grin. she slides her fingers through the gaps in his, squeezes. her vision cracks - claws draw blood - and then it's righted. porcelain skin on sun-kissed knuckles. 

"i've always wondered what it would be like to be born in a role. to know what you're meant for." in the foster home, her future had been rippling water - futures constantly changing, swirling, with no way to see where she'd end up. 

FERNANDO SILPH


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how cliche it would be to assume that fernando truly is a man who wants what he cannot have. her rejection of him is murky with her own actions, but he waves a hand over the line she'd drawn in the sand as he pulls her closer, as he reminds her that she is his. and she smells the pink under his skin and salivates, thinking her teeth may be just sharp enough to pierce his flesh.

"but to be born into it," she says. "i don't know that i would have turned out the same, if i had known i were meant for greatness." 

she festered in darkness, twisted in her self-righteousness, fantasizing of scorching the blight that plagues this world. the naive follies of a young girl who'd known no love, no support, no dreams but carnage. and of wanting a future and all that it entailed with a woman who was wrong for her.

alexander stone comes unbidden to the forefront of her mind. and her skin burns. she feels wrong, for a moment, here in this bath in the arms of his enemy, but that thought twists and curtails and rises with the steam, away from her body and her soul.

she draws his hand under her nose and opens her mouth. his scent fills her sinuses and she shivers, whimpers, dimples teeth to the soft flesh beside his thumb. "may i have a taste?" she whines, throat grating, voice a hissing growl.

FERNANDO SILPH


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failure. she's been its acquaintance before. she has stumbled and fallen and lost. she has cracked and she has shattered. and though all of her pieces may not have been forged together perfectly, no part of her was left behind. because of stone, because of silph. their faces blur together. 

fernando's scent slakes her throat and she curls reflexively. she tastes every handshake, every touch of pleasure, every piece of him that has graced the rest of his world - the one that exists outside of her. her lashes flutter and she exhales heat, draws it in the same breath, savoring the taste of that pink mist that thrums inside him.

except it is wrong and twisted and alien. corruption. she hisses. pupils fluctuate; teeth sink in; her hands plunge from the water and dig mercilessly in his arm, fingers curling and raking like claws as though she can rip whatever it is out of him.

FERNANDO SILPH


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dragon and human - both have nails forged from keratin. and as a fire balloons, welling inside of her, as her pupils thin and the world drains of its colors, so too do her nails truly become claws. pinprick lacerations and the scent of blood hits her like a wave. she thrashes, torn between ripping his arm off with all the burgeoning strength she can muster or slaking her thirst for his mist with a guttural snarl.

she does not have an opportunity to do either, however, because fernando matches her strength, and exceeds it shortly after. water plunges over her face and bubbles ripple over fernando's hands. her canines, sharp against her own bleeding gums, manage to nick his palms as he forces her down.

and then comes satiation. she stops her bucking because the corruption is forgotten, at least for this moment of ecstasy. her arms slacken, away from his own, but only so she can clamp her fingers around his and breathe him in as deeply as she can. 

water fills her throat and her body instinctively bucks as it drips into her lungs, but still she drinks. still she breathes. blistering heat wraps around her, shaking away her incessant cold. she sputters and black spots dance about her vision; muscles relax against her will.

FERNANDO SILPH


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when he draws her to the surface, she sputters. pink water dribbles down her chin - from the mist, from his blood, she can't really tell. maybe there isn't a difference between the two. her throat aches and her lungs express their frustration with her wracking coughs. the black spots scatter as she comes to. 

her hands go to her throat as she opens her eyes. fernando's own are bloodshot with anger. 

"fernando," she croaks with a thin smile. 

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his fingers tighten and freya sputters again. he could snap her neck in an instant if he wanted to. and that mist dribbling out of her throat tries to tell her that she would be okay with that, that his will is her command. but something primal, something instinctual, has her baring her teeth and hissing in defiance. 

"fernando, let me go." her fingers tense, but she does not sink them into his skin. she does not lash out. only her eyes narrow and her breath comes as calmly as she can. 

i am not a threat, she says. not yet. 

FERNANDO SILPH


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