Mage: Post-regional glimpse.

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Not the writing challenge, but I've done that, and Shine has taken over my head again...very brief, so no cut.

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Shine wakes up in a man’s arms.

 

She knows they are not her husband’s—ex-husband’s—arms, knows, because she has dreamed of him for years now, that they are not Karl’s.  Still, the emptiness, the years of self-enforced solitude, slip away.  Her midriff is bandaged and bloody, and throbs with a sharp pain, and she doesn’t know why, but the important thing is now, the smell of him, the press of flesh against flesh.  Not being alone.

 

Her memory is imperfect, but she can only assume from the fact that neither of them is clothed that she seduced him.  She cudgels her memory, but can find only the sense of lights through a car window, and before that, the weight of the water and sinking into darkness and shadow, and then falling…

 

He stirs.  She nuzzles her cheek into the curve of his neck.  What passes next could be in any hotel room, anywhere, but it is here, and now.  She warns him of the curse, but the hunger in her voice betrays her, and soon they are beyond speech.  The room fills with sunlight; demons are driven back.  Entwined, they tumble into a quietus, breathing synchronised with their bodies.

 

Later, dressed, she devours the fruit he orders.  The sweet nectar scorches her throat, feeding another kind of hunger.  Light streams through the window in brilliant splendour.

September Writing Challenge

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( This is a story for James Moody, and is about his new changeling PC. I may, of course, be horribly misjudging him, but it's an account of how Gabriel and Venice left the Hedge. )