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notthatiwilleverwriteit · 4 years

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Hey, how are you doing? I can't remember in what answered ask I read you say that you think he tian is bi but you actually the very first one that I read that thinks that, and I actually agree with you. But is there any particular reason you think so? Because every time he's talking to girls I never noticed him flirting even before he meet mo, he is always leaving their side to be with mo. (I personally think he's bi because in one early chapter he was reading a magazine with a girl on it)

Good evening, anon-san! I’m doing good, thank you for asking!

“I can't remember in what answered ask I read you say that you think he tian is bi but you actually the very first one that I read that thinks that”

You must be talking about this ask about why I think He Tian said he didn’t want Mo Guan Shan to like him more and more (ch. 160). In the answer, I wondered why HT felt the need to lie about it and suggested that one possible reason could be he was in the middle of figuring out his budding feelings for MGS. That led me to mention I’ve always played with the interpretation that he might be bisexual. For some reason, I haven’t seen many people think along those lines, at least according to the glimpses of fandom discussion I’ve seen.

“But is there any particular reason you think so?”

I’m going to start my answer with a disclaimer of sorts because I know this topic can be a bit of a hot potato. This isn’t aimed at you, dear anon, but rather anyone reading this.

As I mentioned in the previous ask, HT’s sexual orientation hasn’t been explicitly made clear to us, so my reasons are mainly vague gut feelings based on details that could be interpreted in many ways. Also, I’m a bisexual myself which no doubt affects how I’ve arrived at this particular interpretation that intrigues me on a personal level.

So, if anyone disagrees with me on this, I’m nor surprised or bothered by it. As far as I’m concerned, people are free to interpret this matter as they please and no interpretation is somehow superior to others. People have a funny way of agreeing that sexuality is fluid and can’t be judged accurately on someone’s behavior alone, but when it comes to fictional characters the thinking is often very either-or/black-and-white. It seems ambiguity in this regard makes us uncomfortable for some reason.

I’ve also noticed that whenever there’s debating going on about characters’ sexual orientations, it’s often brushed off as “it doesn’t matter”. I somewhat disagree with that line of thinking. First of all, “doesn’t matter” doesn’t mean something can’t be discussed or debated. It could be even said that’s one of the beauties of fictional works; there’s always room for discussion. Secondly, it can matter to someone. Characters aren’t the same as their sexual orientations nor should they be defined based on any one trait, but they do offer important points of representation and make it possible for people to relate. I don’t like HT’s character because of his sexual orientation (whatever it might be), but the possibility of him being bi interests me and adds layers to him in my eyes.

End of disclaimer!

“personally think he's bi because in one early chapter he was reading a magazine with a girl on it”

Canon-wise, that is also my strongest and the most initial reason for thinking HT is also attracted to females. We’ve seen him read those kinds of magazines in two previous chapters so far (ch. 190 and 226):

And I suppose that should tell you how shakeyly based my interpretation is. But I’ve always been a bit confused by the magazines because I’m not sure if there’s some kind of intended cultural reference hidden in them. Are they magazines for guys with sexual/naughty/softcore content (cp. Hustler, Playboy, Penthouse, or Sports Illustrated) or perhaps some kind of comic publications with stories by actual authors that are also meant to titillate your senses (cp. yuri and shoujo-ai publications)? Either way, the covers are clearly meant to attract readers interested in semi-naked females doing suggestive poses.

Of course, reading any kind of magazines doesn’t dictate your sexual orientation but I’d say they at least offer hints on your interests and attractions. And in the absence of anything concrete, I’ve gone with my guts and deduced that HT isn’t reading them just for the plot or cutting edge journalism. He at least doesn’t mind spending some free time looking at pictures of sexy girls.

“every time he's talking to girls I never noticed him flirting even before he meet mo”

Girls and HT also have left me a bit confused. I wouldn’t say he’s flirting with them per se but he also doesn’t seem to mind the attention either (ch. 119, 267, 293):

It’s also been made abundantly clear HT will drop his horde of fangirls at the sight of MGS (or JY before that - which is one of the reasons it’s a popular interpretation that he had a crush on JY) but he’s never rude or annoyed when turning down the girls (ch. 225, 241, 264):

Again, none of that makes HT straight or bi or anything, but he clearly knows how to handle girls (ch. 190):

All of that makes me wonder does HT have prior experiences with girls? Has he had crushes? Or even a girlfriend? Was his kiss with MGS his first time kissing another guy or anyone in general?

I’m not really sure how to answer any of those questions but there’s one thing I’m fairly certain about: As far as we know, MGS is the only romantic interest around whom HT isn’t pretending to be something else. In front of the girls at school, HT puts on his charming smile and plays a polite cool guy, and that distinction was shown to us quite early on (ch. 115):

That might give us hints on his history with girls/romance in general. It’s entirely possible he’s had crushes on girls but I doubt he’s ever let anyone close enough to have an actual relationship with them. It’s never really even been an option and for a good reason, I suppose. I also doubt HT’s plan was to let MGS see his true self either even after he started having feelings for him. Mostly because his objectives with MGS lied somewhere else entirely. But the fact that MGS could handle the other, darker and less-desirable sides of HT as well only made HT fall for him harder.

However, my overall reason for the bisexual interpretation stems from him lying to MGS and why he possibly did that (ch. 160):

Only HT knows why he said that, but I’ve chosen to read it as him being unsure of himself and at a crossroads regarding his identity. He didn’t get involved with MGS because of a crush but at some point, started developing feelings for him. Maybe this was the first time he’s ever been interested in a guy this way, and he needed a minute to sort out his feelings.

Does that make him bisexual either? No, but I relate to the idea of him being confused by his own feelings which makes me interpret his words in that light. Back when my own bisexuality was awakening I didn’t lie anyone about it but I didn’t really talk about it either until I had figured myself out again and reached my resolve. And that’s what I see happening in HT’s head when he said those words to MGS.

In short, the magazines with sexy girls in the covers and HT’s smoothness around girls hint me that he’s not indifferent towards girls but he’s never really been in a relationship with anyone. Also, the fact that he admitted lying about not wanting MGS to like him more and more could indicate he was conflicted back then. Perhaps MGS was the first time HT gained feelings for another guy, and it somewhat took him by surprise.

A lot of “maybe” and “perhaps” and “I feel like...” with a buttload of bias on the side. But I’m happy to hear I’m not alone in thinking HT might be bisexual! \(^_^)/ Thank you for your challenging follow-up question, anon-san!

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fanfic-from-a-67-impala · 5 years

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Courage

Fulfilling a square for @spnonewordbingo: DEER

Characters: Bela x Ruby, OMC demon

Word Count: 3624

Summary: Bela helps Ruby out with a job, and she'll need to scrape together all the courage she has to get through it alive.

Warnings: SMUT, angst, nightmare, canon-typical violence, sex in the midst of emotional turmoil

A/N: Yes, you read that right. I wrote some lesbian smut. I promise, I didn't know this was going to happen when I started writing. The characters wanted to do it, and I just kind of played along. It’s pretty softcore. If you want to know more about my decision to include it, feel free to ask me about it.

In case you didn't know, it's Gen's birthday today! It just so happens that she and Lauren Cohan are a year and a day apart in age (it was Lauren's birthday yesterday), so I thought I'd take the opportunity to turn the occasion into femslash.

In the middle of a forest, Bela perches on the edge of a picnic bench, avoiding the rain puddle that settled in the middle of the deteriorating wooden slab.

She hears only the white noise of water running through a nearby stream and the shrill chirping of birds from every end of the forest. The sun shines overhead, though the thick foliage above blocks most of the light, leaving a soft glow on the forest floor. When a breeze wafts through the trees, the dew hanging onto the leaves and on blades of grass shimmer as they catch the light.

In the corner of her eye, Bela spots a deer. It bends over the other side of the stream, drinking.

Bela was always fond of the animal. She would never admit to anyone that she had had a soft spot for Bambi, but she admired them. People see them as weak, but they'll evade threats at all costs. They can outrun, out-jump, or out-swim almost any predator, and they won't show weakness.

That is, unless they're caught.

The deer shoots its head up, ears twitching, even before Bela hears the rumble of the engine. As an orange Mustang drives into view, the deer darts back into the trees, out of sight.

The car pulls up on the dirt path next to Bela’s silver Mercedes. Ruby climbs out of the driver's side, zipping up her black leather jacket.

“If you ask me to meet you in the middle of this swamp, the least you can do is be on time,” Bela calls.

Ruby shrugs as she walks. “Got held up.”

Bela crosses her arms over her chest. She didn't mind waiting, really.

“What are we doing here, Ruby?” she asks.

“Cutting right to it, huh?” Ruby stands in front of her, leaning from one foot to to the other, hands stuffed in her pockets.

“I need to find a demon.”

“Found one,” Bela remarks.

Ruby rolls her eyes. “Another demon, wiseass. I tracked him down to somewhere in town. I was hoping you could do your spirit board thing and get me an exact location.”

“Of course I can,” Bela says. “What does this demon have that you need so badly?”

“None of your business.”

Bela holds her hands up. “Fine,” she says. “Speaking of business, you have to know by now that no favor of mine comes without a price.”

“Oh, of course not,” Ruby says haughtily, mocking her accent.

Bela raises an eyebrow.

“This demon travels with an impressive collection,” Ruby explains.

“Collection?”

She nods. “Charms, hex bags—you name it. Millions in market value.”

Ruby is trying to tempt her, and it’s working. It’s an acquisition, like any other, and if Bela wants to keep those high ceilings over her head and the wheel of that cute Mercedes in her hands, she needs to take it.

“I’m listening.”

Ruby smirks. “You find him. I get mine, you get yours. We got a deal?”

Bela ponders this. Demons are vengeful creatures. She only had to learn that lesson once. But, she reasons, if Ruby is there with her, nothing too disastrous can happen, right?

“Deal.”

“You’re sure this is it?”

The spirits led them to an abandoned warehouse off the highway. Bela stares at it from the passenger seat of Ruby’s car.

“I’m sure,” she says.

She climbs out of the car and checks the chamber of her pistol. As she starts toward the building, she catches Ruby watching her with an amused eye.

“What?” Bela snaps.

“Nothing, James Bond,” Ruby teases, glancing down at the gun in Bela’s hands. “It’s cute. Like you.”

The comment was intended to get a rise out of her, so Bela only rolls her eyes, suppressing the smile from some part of her that has deluded itself into thinking Ruby meant it.

“But you know a peashooter like that won’t do squat to a demon,” Ruby adds.

“I do know that,” Bela sighs. “But what else do we have?”

Ruby pauses to glare at the building. “We would have a demon-killing knife if the bastard hadn’t stolen it from me.”

Bela follows Ruby’s gaze, then turns back to her. “Is that what you’re after here?”

Ruby nods.

Something foreign lingers in Ruby’s eyes, Bela thinks. Anger, yes, but something stronger than that. Maybe fear? No, that doesn’t seem right. Do demons feel fear? Do demons feel anything?

“Well, I do love a challenge,” Bela says. “Shall we?”

She follows Ruby up to the warehouse and through the sliding metal doors.

After circling the stacks of metal shelves and rusted power equipment, Ruby lets out a sigh.

“I guess nobody’s home,” she concludes. “My knife should be here. The rest of his stuff, too. Let’s split up.”

Bela barely lets her hesitation delay her agreement. “Okay.”

There’s no reason to be worried. The demon should be wreaking havoc in town, far from here. Bela’s had a long career without needing backup, let alone from a demon she barely trusts.

Still, she can feel her heart pounding in her chest, sure it would give her away if the demon were here.

It’s not a big warehouse, no greater in size than her own house, but the emptiness, the quietness, makes it seem endless. Bela navigates her way across the faded yellow markings on the concrete floor, around the racks, an abandoned hand truck, a few cardboard boxes.

She reaches the corner and almost turns around before she sees it. Against the wall, next to an air vent, a large wooden trunk sits on the ground.

Glancing around once more, Bela kneels next to the trunk. It looks out of place here, old and worn in a way the rest of the place just looks abandoned.

She releases the latch, and lifts the cover. The sight that meets her leaves her without breath.

Ancient-looking books are stacked one on top of the other. Charms of all sizes made of wood and silver and brass, some bearing symbols even Bela doesn’t recognize, hang from the sides of the box. Cloth bags—hex bags—are piled up neatly in one corner next to a range of other items too wide for her to process all at once.

“Ruby,” she calls.

She hears light steps behind her growing closer as she hooks various charms around her finger and places them in a canvas sack. Any one of them could sell for thousands of dollars.

By the time Ruby reaches her side, she has already begun poking through the bags of voodoo.

Without a word, Ruby reaches into the trunk and picks up a knife, eyeing it with admiration.

“That it?” Bela asks.

Ruby nods. “This is it.”

As Ruby twirls it in her hands, Bela studies the knife. It’s a simple weapon. A well-worn wooden hilt holding a modest-sized blade with one serrated edge and markings etched onto the sides in some Middle Eastern language, Bela would guess.

“Come on,” Ruby prods. “We should go.”

Bela plucks a few books from the stack and shoves them in her bag before following Ruby.

Ruby slides open the door, and a force sends her flying backward.

Bela exclaims in surprise, dropping the bag.

A man with jet black hair bursts into the room. He starts toward Ruby, who landed across a row of shelves, but Bela catches his gaze. His eyes travel down to her feet.

The bag has fallen limp to the ground. One of the books Bela hastily crammed inside has toppled out. She can’t see the title, but the demon seems to recognize it as his own.

He flashes her an accusatory glare. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that stealing is wrong?”

Bela stumbles backward, falling onto her hands.

The demon stalks toward her, ignoring the bag on the ground as he passes it. Black fills his vicious eyes.

Bela staggers back. He stands between her and the only exit, and she suspects she wouldn’t get far if she did run. He’s close enough to touch her now. She would barely have time to reach for the gun in her block-heeled boot.

The demon whips around, narrowly missing Ruby stabbing him through his back. She swings again, missing his chest. Instead, she buries the blade in his shoulder and yanks it out.

He screams in pain, doubling over.

“Let’s go,” she shouts to Bela.

Bela scrambles to swipe the bag from the ground and chases Ruby out the door. She hears heavy, staggering footsteps behind her but doesn’t look back.

“Drive!” she commands as she and Ruby dive into the car.

Ruby’s tires crackle on the dirt as she lurches onto the road. Bela turns back anxiously at the warehouse but sees no movement.

“What the hell was that?” she demands.

“That,” Ruby sighs, “was Raim. He’s a demon.”

“I gathered that much,” Bela snaps. “What was he doing there? I thought you said he wouldn’t be back.”

“I said I guessed he wouldn’t be back,” Ruby clarifies.

“Well, hooray for you.”

Ruby glances at her. “You want to keep bitching, or do you want to celebrate a job well done?”

Bela sighs. Her bag, full of priceless objects, sits heavily in her lap, and Ruby’s knife gleams with blood on the console.

“Okay,” Bela agrees. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.”

Bela wakes in the middle of the night. The silky sheets of her hotel room bed surround her. She doesn’t remember switching off the lamp on her nightstand, but the room is dark.

After the job, she invited Ruby to her room for that drink. She doesn’t hear or see her now, so she assumes Ruby must have turned out the lights and gone home, wherever that is.

Bela sits up in bed. Still in a dreamy state, she knows she hasn’t slept long, but she doesn’t feel tired.

Then, she realizes, someone woke her up.

A chill runs down her spine. Something feels wrong.

She turns her head to face Raim.

Her own screams fill her ears, not pausing for the crunch of her neck twisting in the demon’s hands.

Bela startles awake, hands grasping at her unbroken neck. She sits in the chair in her room, where she remembers deciding to close her eyes for a few seconds. The lights are on, the way they were when she dozed off.

Ruby walks into her line of sight, a glass of ice and something clear in her hand.

She raises her eyebrows at Bela. “You okay?”

Bela runs a hand over her face, in a cold sweat, and smooths out her hair. “I’m fine,” she says, though her voice quivers.

“Well, we both know that’s a lie,” Ruby remarks.

Bela feels her eyes stinging. Before she can blink them away, tears trail down her cheeks.

She brushes them away, not meeting Ruby’s eyes. Bela waits for her to call her weak or delicate or human.

She hears the thump of Ruby’s glass on the counter. Bela thinks, by some miracle, Ruby will leave to let her flounder in her weakness alone.

Instead, she sits in the chair across from Bela’s, leaning forward, elbows on her knees.

“You can talk to me, you know?” Ruby says.

Surprised, Bela finally meets her gaze. Even more surprising is the softness she finds there. One could even mistake it for compassion.

“It was the spirits,” Bela explains, almost without meaning to. “I’ve been working with them long enough that they sometimes they send me warnings when I’m in danger.”

Ruby nods. “Okay. And?”

“And I think Raim is after me.”

Her voice cracks this time. Those dreams always leave her drained, and she doesn’t have the energy to fight the sob that jolts through her body.

She can’t go out like this, not yet. She knows exactly when her time will come, and it’s not now. But the thought of that demon makes her blood run cold through every inch of her.

Something brushes her shoulder, and she flinches away before she realizes it was Ruby’s hand.

Bela offers her a teary, apologetic look, which Ruby brushes off.

“We’ll work on a game plan in the morning. Why don’t you get some sleep?” she suggests. “I’ll be around.”

Bela wants to argue, but once she hears the idea, she can barely keep her eyes open.

Ruby leads her to the bed and pulls back the covers so Bela can collapse inside them. She clicks off the lamp on the bedside table.

As Bela watches Ruby’s silhouette walk back to her chair, the softness of the sheets and the darkness feel too familiar, too nightmarish.

“Ruby,” she voices.

Ruby turns around.

“Will you stay here?”

“I’ll be right here.”

“Will you stay here?” Bela pleads.

Ruby pauses. Bela can’t see her expression as she waits, suspended in the stillness and silence before she gets her answer.

Ruby walks to the other side of the bed. Bela feels the mattress dip behind her, feels arms encircle her.

Ruby runs her hand up and down Bela’s bare thigh. “You’re shaking.”

Upon realizing how terrified she is, how vulnerable she’s let herself become, Bela’s chest begins to tighten.

“Try to relax,” Ruby whispers so close to Bela’s ear she can feel her lips moving.

Bela forces a deep breath into her lungs and releases it shakily.

When Ruby’s lips drift from her ear along her jaw and down her neck, Bela cranes her head to face her, eyes wide.

Ruby pulls back only to place her lips softly on Bela’s.

Bela is too shocked to move at first. But soon, her lips push and pull in time with Ruby’s, parting enough for Ruby to taste her tongue. It’s all the permission Ruby needs.

She slips her hand to stroke the inside of Bela’s thigh, pausing when Bela gasps sharply.

“Just relax,” Ruby whispers.

Bela nods, surrendering her apprehension to Ruby, opening a door to her that hasn’t been opened in ages.

Bela closes her eyes. She feels Ruby peel back the blanket, sending a chill across her skin. Ruby makes her way down the buttons of Bela’s shirt, unhooking each one with ease.

Ruby places feather-light kisses from the valley between Bela’s breasts down to her navel. Bela shudders when she stops there, hands reaching out for her, begging her to continue.

Ruby’s fingers hook onto the waistband of Bela’s panties and pull them off. She returns to Bela’s mouth, pulling at her lip between her teeth.

Without warning, she skims her hand over Bela’s stomach and through her folds.

“Oh.” The moan escapes Bela’s lips of its own accord.

Ruby works her lips down to Bela’s breasts again. Bela reaches a hand up to tug at a fistful of Ruby’s hair as she works in circles.

Bela is almost embarrassed at how easily Ruby’s fingers slip into her. She can feel her own desire dripping, coating Ruby as she explores her.

She bites her lip when Ruby hits right there, and Ruby notices. She strokes the spot while her thumb rubs circles on Bela’s clit. Bela rolls her hips to the time.

Too soon, and yet not soon enough, Ruby removes her fingers and climbs down between Bela’s legs. Her hand is wet as she caresses Bela’s thigh. Her mouth disappears behind Bela’s body.

Bela can feel Ruby’s teeth grazing, her tongue thrusting, her lips sucking.

Then, Bela can only feel the coil buried deep within her winding tighter and tighter still.

It snaps.

Bela whimpers softly between gasps as she comes. Fresh tears fall into her hair.

“We’ve got a problem.”

Bela hears Ruby’s voice before she realizes she’s been shaken awake.

“What is it?” Bela slurs.

The last thing she remembers is the dust settling over the night before and Ruby climbing back into bed with her. Bela fell asleep in her arms then.

“It’s Raim,” Ruby says, out of breath as she darts across the room to close the blinds. “He’s coming.”

It takes Bela a few blinks to realize what she means. When she does, she almost can’t breathe.

“He’s coming here? How did he even find me?” she asks.

“Money’s on he’s tracking something in there.” Ruby nods to the canvas sack on the floor, filled with the stolen items.

“Then, we need to leave it and get out of here.”

“It’s too late. He’s already on top of us.”

As if on cue, a dark figure swings past the balcony and shatters the glass door.

Bela covers her head as she falls to the carpet. When she looks up again, she sees Raim glaring at her before Ruby stands in front of her, blocking the way.

“Ruby and knife, reunited,” Raim says, “albeit at my expense.”

“You stole it from me,” Ruby spits.

“You’re right,” he says. That’s why I don’t want to kill you Ruby. I’m here for the girl who helped herself to my hard-earned personal belongings.”

He tilts his head so Bela can see him, but Ruby steps in the way.

“You want her, you’ll have to go through me,” she says.

Raim clicks his tongue. “Haven’t we been through this before? Last time we went mano a mano, I ended up with that precious knife of yours.” He nods to where Ruby has raised the knife to chest level.

“You know what they say,” she says. “Today’s a new day.”

Raim lunges at Ruby. She thrusts her knee into his stomach, and he doubles over. She swings the knife at him, but he sidesteps her. He catches her arm and twists it with a crack. She yelps, and the knife falls out of her hand.

He picks her up by her jacket and punches her across the face, again and again, before shoving her head-first into the dresser.

She collapses at the foot of it, motionless.

He turns to Bela, who has risen to her feet, the sack in her hand.

She hurls the bag at his feet. “Please just take it,” she begs. “Leave me alone.”

“You still think this is just about the stuff?” he scoffs, kicking the bag out of his path as he walks toward her.

Bela looks at him in confusion as she backs away from him.

“This is about you people—humans—thinking you’re entitled to everything,” he sneers. “Earth, trinkets, ‘get out of hell free’ cards.”

He continues to walk toward her slowly. She feels her back hit the wall.

“Please,” she tries again. “I won’t bother you ever again. Just let me go.”

He pauses, as if considering. “I don’t think so.”

When he glares at her, Bela swears she can see the demon in his face. She shuts her eyes tight.

She hears him roar, then a crackling sound.

She opens her eyes in time to see him fall to the ground, orange still flickering from his eyes and mouth.

Ruby stands over his body, bloody and bruised. She holds her knife, the blade covered in red.

Ruby winces as Bela cleans the blood from her forehead with a washcloth.

“Sorry,” Bela whispers before continuing.

The two sit at the foot of the bed. Blood flows from a deep gash embedded in Ruby’s forehead. Shallow cuts and minor bruises on her face have already begun healing, which Bela attributes to her demonic healing qualities.

The sight of her—the thought that it was all to save Bela—tugs at Bela’s heart. Still, she feels lighter than she has in a while, since the two of them raided the demon’s warehouse. The fear that plagued her is gone.

Ruby, on the other hand, won’t meet her eyes.

Bela knows something is bothering her. Maybe guilt from killing a fellow demon, she thinks, or fear of retaliation from whoever may have considered Raim an ally. Whatever it is, she’ll give Ruby time to work through it on her own if that’s what she wants.

“Bela, I’m sorry,” Ruby says suddenly. “For this, for all of it.”

Bela furrows her brows. “You’re sorry?” she repeats. “Without you, I’d be dead.”

“Without me, he never would’ve been after you,” Ruby retorts.

Bela opens her mouth to argue but can’t find the words. Ruby was the one person she never considered placing the blame on for all of this, the one person she would have blamed had she been anyone but Ruby.

“I should’ve kept my trap shut,” Ruby continues. “It’s just, I knew you were in the area and…”

And I wanted to see you, she finishes in her mind when Ruby pauses.

“And I’m sorry.”

Oh.

Bela sighs, a sudden wave of confidence washing over her. “Well, I’m not.”

Ruby’s eyes flicker up to her finally. “You were terrified.”

“Yes, well…”

Bela thinks back to that deer in the forest, the one Ruby’s car scared off. It ran away, ran hard and fast, for what was probably the hundredth time in its life, and, for the hundredth time, it wasn’t caught. Tomorrow, it could be hit by a truck or killed by a hunter—a real hunter. But today, it’s safe.

“I’m not anymore,” she says.

She kisses Ruby. If she waited any longer, she would have lost her nerve. Even as their lips are pressed together, she’s half-afraid Ruby will pull away, that last night was more out of pity than anything.

But Ruby doesn’t pull away. She leans into Bela like she expected it, like she hoped for it.

And Bela repays her.

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