The years flow by like water, and one day men come home again. Part II

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From here. Iblis freed Micah!Tez from his bond to Management, and then gave him an unexpected gift.
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"You had a riding crop once. I remember."

I drop my head forward again, and I look at him through my lashes. I remember looking at him like before.

"I don't remember that. But I would like to, I think." I eat my pie, tart berry and sweet pastry. "Eat your pie," I say, smiling, "and then find somewhere you can remind me of lots of things like that."

[ac: sex, some blood, as you might expect. Schmoop warning! ;)]
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We're still naked and my skin is wet with his tears. I want to say: there's no should for you. "You don't have to," I say, very quietly. "You could stay." I wish he would. Things could be - different.

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I shake my head. No. It hurts too much to stay. I sit up slowly. There is dried blood crusted on my neck. I touch my fingers to it, think of him showi me stars, the bright burst of my happiness at seeing it, and I have to close my eyes.

"You should stay here," I say. "It is not safe for you back at the carnival. Management will be unhappy." I make myself stand up. In the dark I can still smell the flowers blooming in the grass. It was a stupid kind of magic, not half as practical as giving him furniture, a dry roof. An idiotic boyish whimsy. I shake my head, feeling sick.

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"I will," I promise. Lilith couldn't come in here, so maybe Management can't either. I wish he'd let me go with him. I don't ask.

I stand up with him. The grass he made is soft under my feet and I wonder how long it will last. "I'll be here. If you," need me, "want me." I'm not going away now. I want to ask if he'll be alright.

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I look at him steadily for a moment.

"I know," I say. I wonder if I burned this body again if it would take some of this feeling away. I do not think so. "Beware of Greeks bearing gifts," I say, and laugh, a strange dry sound. Then I walk out, naked and bloody. It is hardly as if I can be in danger now.