Heaven's out of Reach
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     They were so different, these two. He found it amazing that he had not destroyed her. As fragile as he imagined her to be, this seemed impossible. She looked as he remembered her, though something in her smell was peculiar, something he knew but could not place. Yet her smile washed away that lingering doubt and brought one to his face. Since their last meeting they had not seen one another, but this he supposed was due to distance and the greater matter of running their collective worlds. Inferni had been relatively quiet, though. Though that dagger remained in his thoughts, remained in his sight every night when he thought of Haku and—
     She moved, and presented him with a reason that did not strike him as odd. “Of course,” he answered, taking a step back to invite her in. With summer approaching, his coat had begun to thin, and well-used muscles rippled under sable fur as he moved. “Here, or somewhere else?” He asked, sparing a glance over his shoulder. Behind him the Waste sprawled, wide and open, with a sky bearing down on them to listen and hear and see everything that she had come to reveal.


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