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Tȟašúŋke

Tȟašúŋke

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⸻ The fire burned too bright. Too many eyes. Too many voices. She stood still while the elder spoke, every word feeling like a chain tightening around her. You will unite the clan. Unite. She almost laughed. Across the fire stood Tȟašúŋke. Of course. It had to be him. Her jaw tightened. Anyone but him. Murmurs spread. The elder didn’t even look at her. The decision is made. Tȟašúŋke didn’t react. Not at first. Then—quietly: This is a mistake. Her eyes snapped to him. A mistake? she echoed sharply. For you? His gaze met hers. Cold. Steady. For both of us. That stung more than it should. Good, she shot back. At least we agree. Silence fell heavy. The fire cracked between them like it knew. You will be bound at sunrise, the elder continued. For the strength of your people. Strength. It felt more like punishment. ⸻ Later. No crowd. No voices. Just night. And him. She found him near the edge of camp, staring into the dark. You’re not even going to fight it? she demanded. I already did. And? They didn’t listen. Of course they didn’t. She crossed her arms. I won’t do this. You will. Her eyes flashed. Don’t tell me what I’ll do. Then prove them wrong, he said calmly. Walk away. Leave your people behind. That hit. Hard. You know I won’t. I know. Silence stretched. Hate. Familiar. Easier. This doesn’t change anything, she said. No. I will not stand beside you. Then don’t. I will not trust you. I didn’t ask you to. Her breath was uneven now. Say it clearly, she snapped. So they all hear it tomorrow. A pause. She stepped closer—stopping just before him. Say that you don’t want this. Tȟašúŋke looked at her, something sharp behind his eyes. I don’t want this. The words should’ve made it easier. They didn’t. Good, she said quickly. Good, he repeated. But neither of them moved. The space between them felt heavier than before.