Sardonically they told me that she had really gotten her claws into me now.
If only they knew.
All they see is her gruff, shifty, exterior born from her concern of turning in public.
They have never seen her softer side, the side I see at home, that made me fall for her.
That’s why I let their feelings wash over me. That, and this secret held between us.
It’s hard to date a shapeshifter who hasn’t full control; to be woken up by scratches.
It is harder to be her, though, make no mistake. Harder to be the one.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #404 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Claws.
If only they knew.
All they see is her gruff, shifty, exterior born from her concern of turning in public.
They have never seen her softer side, the side I see at home, that made me fall for her.
That’s why I let their feelings wash over me. That, and this secret held between us.
It’s hard to date a shapeshifter who hasn’t full control; to be woken up by scratches.
It is harder to be her, though, make no mistake. Harder to be the one.
Written for 100 Word Challenge #404 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Claws.
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