Dragon Quill

Freed, Named, Cracked

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Confessed, Tolerated, Compelled

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Returned, Undecided, Unenlightened

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Betrayed, Abbreviated, Needed

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Ambushed, Doubted, Buried

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Sorry. Again. We had to do it. People got all… paranoid when we took you outside.”
“’S okay,” I sighed.

See, why couldn’t this be the conversation before they drugged her and not after? Because kink. I’ve said before I’m much more tolerant of this in fic, because in fic it’s admitted kink and there’s an actual conversation about what it really means. This is to that as, oh, that Christian Domestic Discipline thing is to BDSM.

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So now they’re going to play a game.

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Last time on why god why, a new flavor of rapey love triangle!

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Next chapter, a month has passed. Ian keeps buddying up with her even though she just wants to sulk.

“Oh, come on.” He put his hand on my knee. Mel’s angry reaction was lethargic. She was too used to this kind of thing to really work up a good fit anymore.

I really don’t know what I can even say here.

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So, she sits around without food for three days.

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Okay, so she was telling him to kiss her.
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Last time, the brainslug explained he should beat her face in with a rock.

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“Why does Jared have Sharon in a headlock?” Jamie whispered to Ian.
“She’s in a bad mood,” Ian stage-whispered back.

It’s funny because women are dumb and irrational and need men to keep them from doing anything.

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Last time on humans and the brainslugs who help them, police!

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Last time on The Host, the brainslug is finally going to fucking do something! Naturally, Melanie objects.

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