[Lup slithers back another few inches, dancing just out of Barry’s reach, her smile, all sharp fangs, gleaming against the light of the fire.]
Run away with me.
[For the briefest of moments, the woman’s teasing expression shifts in surprise, like she can’t quite believe the words falling from her mouth. She’d meant for another tease, another flirty reply about just how much she enjoyed tasting him. But the surprise on her face is gone just as quickly as it arrived, resolve settling there against Lup’s unnaturally sharp features instead.
Ten years they’ve been dragging this out, an entire decade behind them of longing, continually waiting until they could meet again. The time never meant much to Lup, outside of feeling like torture, ten years to her kind’s extended lifespans wasn’t very long. But to Barry…
Every year that they meet up again, he’s just a little older, the lines in his face more pronounced, his hair thinning on top and peppering with distinguished gray. His soft belly a little fatter. If they continue down this path, keep meeting for a handful of days out of each year, how much time they have spent together by the time his human life comes to an end? Less than a year? Less than half of that?
She’d meant to run from him, to make Barry chase him until they ended up on the ground near the fire, curled up in each other’s arms and making up for lost time. But instead, Lup sits up and slips closer, giving the man a look that says she’s never been more sure of anything in her life.]
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Run away with me.
[For the briefest of moments, the woman’s teasing expression shifts in surprise, like she can’t quite believe the words falling from her mouth. She’d meant for another tease, another flirty reply about just how much she enjoyed tasting him. But the surprise on her face is gone just as quickly as it arrived, resolve settling there against Lup’s unnaturally sharp features instead.
Ten years they’ve been dragging this out, an entire decade behind them of longing, continually waiting until they could meet again. The time never meant much to Lup, outside of feeling like torture, ten years to her kind’s extended lifespans wasn’t very long. But to Barry…
Every year that they meet up again, he’s just a little older, the lines in his face more pronounced, his hair thinning on top and peppering with distinguished gray. His soft belly a little fatter. If they continue down this path, keep meeting for a handful of days out of each year, how much time they have spent together by the time his human life comes to an end? Less than a year? Less than half of that?
She’d meant to run from him, to make Barry chase him until they ended up on the ground near the fire, curled up in each other’s arms and making up for lost time. But instead, Lup sits up and slips closer, giving the man a look that says she’s never been more sure of anything in her life.]
We should.