She hadn't been wrong to think she saw a spark in him. But what she'd mistaken for a forge was tempered metal, glowing in the aftermath of some billowing, all-consuming heat. Raw materials left to rust and decay without a blacksmith to hammer them into shape. It doesn't know exactly what made him this way but the knowing isn't what matters. The recognition is.
Now it knows what it has to do.
The whisky bottle finally ruptures under their clashing strength and slices upwards, gouging the back of his hand. Eglantine lunges before he can move and slams its body into his, carrying them both to the ground. A knee drives into his back, fingers curl into his hair to expose his neck and by the time they slam to the floor, Eglantine has him flat on his belly with the jagged remains of the bottle not an inch from his throat.
From where it sits on his back, the blade takes shallow breaths. Its hand shakes. Not out of exertion but—
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She hadn't been wrong to think she saw a spark in him. But what she'd mistaken for a forge was tempered metal, glowing in the aftermath of some billowing, all-consuming heat. Raw materials left to rust and decay without a blacksmith to hammer them into shape. It doesn't know exactly what made him this way but the knowing isn't what matters. The recognition is.
Now it knows what it has to do.
The whisky bottle finally ruptures under their clashing strength and slices upwards, gouging the back of his hand. Eglantine lunges before he can move and slams its body into his, carrying them both to the ground. A knee drives into his back, fingers curl into his hair to expose his neck and by the time they slam to the floor, Eglantine has him flat on his belly with the jagged remains of the bottle not an inch from his throat.
From where it sits on his back, the blade takes shallow breaths. Its hand shakes. Not out of exertion but—
Restraint. ]