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the terrible fire of old regret is honey on my tongue

I feel it in my blood
In the fire and the flood
The beast that can't be killed
Even now you mark my steps
Lovely bitter water
All the days of our delights are poison in my veins
I know I shouldn't love you
I know

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You simply did. It was true, and Lotte knew it as much as he did. Of course, that might not have been obvious here in this hellscape of a countryside, but Lotte was good at being a witch. Good at surviving, too, though there were plenty of times she'd doubted both.

"I was the one wrestling you to the ground, don't forget, and I'm only human. Sort of." Lotte pointed, and she sounded appropriately cheeky even to her own ears as she took the cigar from his fingers and stared at it. No one she'd known had ever had enough money to afford one. It seemed a pity not to take advantage of the offer and try. Lotte pressed the rolled end to her lips and tried to mimic the puff Alastor had taken from the thing, inhaling it sharply into her lungs only to cough it right back out. Lotte tucked her face into her elbow to cough up the smoke and prairie dust that always seemed to linger no matter how good the air got. Why did everything seem to want to choke her?

Stubbornly, once she had her breath back under her, Lotte took another puff from it, exhaled, and this time only the slightest weeze escape her lips with it. It tasted sharp and a little bitter, a little like whiskey too. Lotte was fairly certain if she kissed Alastor right now, he'd taste the same.

"Did I tell you how we figured out I was a witch?" Lotte passed the cigar back, breathing out her nose and letting the smoke settle into all her senses like a blanket. "You'd like the story."