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// 10/20/22 - Chapter 45 - Saucy~ 
// Story: The Stereotypical Drafts 
// by JinxTJL 
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The very idea that She had known somepony so similar to him, that was so similar to him was... eugh. But then, She nodded, and the tense knot of uncomfortable, wriggling incertitude in his chest grew larger. "Yes... you are... very much like..." She murmured, trailing off tonelessly. And then, very slowly, Her head began to tilt down to him.


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She trailed off, and finally, Her eyes came back down to his. He wanted to scream, for Her lidded eyes were not misted with reminiscence as he'd thought, but sharp, and very nearly predatory. "He held the very same fire that you so bravely wielded." She purred, and something acidic stung at the lowest latch of his throat.

He shook his head: no, he wanted to say. Nightmare Moon shook her head: yes, Her eyes said. She took as step forward, and he took his largest back. "The exact sciences behind Necromancy were hardly ever developed, and what was understood often found itself rediscovered as that understanding was stamped out." She drawled, taking another step.

He fell to his haunches, and began to scoot backwards on his butt: glancing shallowly behind him once to check for obstructions. "Are- are you saying that- what are you saying?!" He stammered out. He'd never been good at speaking under pressure, or when he was embarrassed, or happy. Really, he was only very articulate when mad, and right now, he was not mad.

Just very, very uncomfortable.

A stray brick bumped at his haunches, and in the time he took to whip his head around to it, Nightmare Moon was in front of him. Close enough, again, that he could smell how Her breath was scentless. "What I am saying, Light Flow," She whispered, and Her eyes were still so massive, even lidded as they were. "-is that Necromancers are often very... passionate, in learning about their craft."

Her breath was... on his ear..!

Each shallow breath from his trembling lips was difficult in ways he'd never experienced before. His hooves felt clammy- his chest ached- his face somehow felt cold- And the worst thing, by far, was that he just couldn't look away.

Something within him felt... strange...