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Liam smiles as he watches Nyght go through her routine, watching her almost picture perfect movements as she glides across the dance floor. Her movements filled with a primal energy that can only sprout from those touched by the Wyrd.

“Watch your lines.” Liam says as she makes a minor mistake. “Make sure you arch properly!” Liam corrects her with his teaching ‘stick’.

He catches a glimpse of her eyes as she moves, seeing the fire that lured him to her in the first place. The desire for independence in her eyes, the need to rebel, and the very real anger she feels at being corrected.

Liam joins in the rest of the routine matching her movements with his own, not picture perfect like her but certainly more emotive and charged. He subtly pushes her harder through her competitive nature, challenging her movements with his own until she is a blaze of frenetic energy on the dance floor.

As the dance comes to and end and their eyes meet Liam sees a glimpse of a possible future in her eyes; a glade in the hedge, snow-covered and clear except for two figures, Nyght and Liam circling each other in a much more deadly dance. She darts at him with a blade of pure iron, plunging the blade into his heart…He lets her, just looking into her eyes as she finishes the cut she started so many moons ago, there isn’t any hatred in her eyes. Only love.

Liam’s blood spatters on to the snow as Lady Winter covers him one final time.

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