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Date: 2004-05-07 03:53 pm (UTC)
Ran can see the fire deep in Clay's eyes. He knows it. Has seen it before. Felt it in the slashed skin of his throat.

He breathes deeply before talking. He has no experience of Callie, of her brand of love, he's never met her. But he knows Clay.

"You smell like dark honey. Like wild moss. Like the night falling. Not wrong Clay. Angry, yes, but not wrong..." he hesitates.

"I know you can hurt people. But you aren't. Darkly did. Alex..." better avoid the topic. "You aren't."
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