Tonight, tell us about a time when you weren't very forthcoming.

"Is that why you killed all those men - the officers, too?" Faelyn ran her fingertip along the top of the desk, pausing when she reached the letter opener. "No one in the village was the same after that day in Oradeur-sur-Glane," she said, "least of all Amarante."

"What is it you would like to know?" Melek leaned back in his chair. "Since you know who and what I am, my dear, and have known me all of your life, then surely you must understand why I let would permit you to draw your own conclusions about what I did and why."

Her large, dark eyes turned to pebbles of black ice at Melek's words. Faelyn's question had been specific - pointedly so. He had simply eluded her inquiry and made the situation just that much less tenable. "That's not good enough. I've watched you watching her, drawing down her defenses. I've seen her go from being terrified of you to planning to slip away with you for the weekend. Which is it. Melek?"

"As I said, I will allow you to draw your own conclusions."

Muse: Azazel / Melek Taus / The Peacock Angel
Fandom: Folklore / Religion / Mythology
Word Count: 197


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