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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: None. Santanico Pandemonium pov.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For megpie71. Partially inspired by The Sandman. AU.
Summary: Her reasons.
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She’s been dancing for a long, long time. Longer than the band’s had electric, longer than the prey has been coming on wheels. This land’s sacred, deep down bloody theirs, and she’s been walking its dust for just that long.
It’s not for the quick flash in the eyes of the sweaty-palmed, drunken foolish twins seated right before her. It’s not for the brief spark of worship she gets when she moves her hip and foot so, snakelike. It’s not even for the rise of blood, so strong and hot, and the same from either of them so she’s surrounded by the taste.
No. She dances for the land. For that which has given and continues to give her the feast. So when they rise, turning towards each other in the face of her true face, she rises and she defends against the sacrilege of her holy place.
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