The factually correct answer to Nepeta's question was of course "yes". Whether that would be socially correct was another matter. Kanaya's fangs pressed into the white skin underneath her lip, contrast clear in the increasingly flickering light she supernaturally cast. There was no blood drawn - not when she was so dry, everywhere, that she could imagine strong enough fingers peeling off the glowing layer like dried paint. On the one hand, she'd been told more than once that she didn't deserve to mark the possessions of other trolls, creating quite the dilemma when she belongs to nobody and nobody belongs to her.
On the other hand, she knows that in exile Transports are more than extensions of the people with whom they were aligned at home, that their wills are their own, and she has never once heard what Nepeta has to say herself about the matter.
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The factually correct answer to Nepeta's question was of course "yes". Whether that would be socially correct was another matter. Kanaya's fangs pressed into the white skin underneath her lip, contrast clear in the increasingly flickering light she supernaturally cast. There was no blood drawn - not when she was so dry, everywhere, that she could imagine strong enough fingers peeling off the glowing layer like dried paint. On the one hand, she'd been told more than once that she didn't deserve to mark the possessions of other trolls, creating quite the dilemma when she belongs to nobody and nobody belongs to her.
On the other hand, she knows that in exile Transports are more than extensions of the people with whom they were aligned at home, that their wills are their own, and she has never once heard what Nepeta has to say herself about the matter.
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