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[i]“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,”[/i] his phrasing genuinely made her laugh; it was a surprisingly pleasant sound, like wind chimes stirring in the breeze. What were they, children sneaking peeks at each other’s private parts for the first time? At the same time, she understood his apprehension at willingly exposing his arm to someone so known for being deadly. Good, he should stay wary of her, it would be better that way. 

For fairness’ sake, she extended her own tattooed wrist to him. Without the bindings to cover her heartbreak, she felt exposed and vulnerable, two things she really didn’t like feeling… although, as much as she would never admit it, something about him felt [i]safe[/i]. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that he couldn’t kill her, perhaps it was something more. The black crossed out name on her wrist made her heart feel hollow, and she looked away from it, wincing her eyes in pain. Eventually, she got the courage to look at the wolfs arm beside hers. His arm had not two, but three marks, two soul mates dead and gone. Trixy’s mouth opened in a little silent ‘O’ before she pressed her lips together in a tight line. “It’s the worst feeling in this world, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She touched his marks with her fingers with all the softness of butterfly wings. At the touch, the burning in her wrist stopped, and both of their brightly glowing marks settled down and began to look like nothing more than tattoos. Looks like the names were correct...

You could almost hear the little chips of ice falling from the tops of the cold walls Béatrix had built around herself. This moment was so surprisingly touching, and real. It terrified her that she could have anything in common with someone she considered so awful, that being said; even she knew there was no living creature as foul as she was… maybe they were soul mates, after all. Two tortured, broken souls, bound for eternity.