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Bini
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"Or," Va'la offered, the 'r' rolling off her tongue. "You could stay here. You're new in town, no one knows you, it wouldn't be impossible to assume they might move on to another town thinking you're not here after a while. And if they do... We'll fight 'em. Ever heard of that saying 'Their bark is worse than their bite'? Well that is overwhelmingly NOT true for me. I'm a fighter." Va'la stood a little taller and puffed her chest out before grinning and plopping down on the bed. "Plus, you know, you really ought to get over this fear of commitment you seem to have with people you fuck." Giggling, Va'la pushed aside the tiny shred of hope hiding away in her heart. Nobody wants a clinger, and anyway, being callous and angry was much less painful. She ran her fingers lightly over the other woman's, trying to be reassuring. The dread and anticipation that came with being on the run was flat out exhausting, but eventually you got used to it. The heightened senses dulled to a throbbing headache every time anyone moved, the thrill of the chase wasted away to expensive new houses and bitter quick goodbyes. Fun, it was not.