brni (brni) wrote,

once bitten twice shy

My lizard bears the scars of first love.

He was young, impetuous, the flush of adolescent hormones coloring his cheeks. She was older, perhaps wiser (though who can say for sure?), somewhat past the middle of her life. She'd survived numerous calamities – abdominal surgery, bone disease, and an unenviable environment (at one point she'd been locked in a cold basement for a year) – and was all the more cantankerous for it.

He was handsome, brash, cocky. He was eager, insistent.

She had teeth.
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