Aftermath

[kathminchin.livejournal.com]

Everyone has a Jiminy Cricket inside them – that little tiny voice that tells you not to do something, in case you embarrass yourself, or upset someone.

Some of us have ones that lecture though. Not a gentle little warning, more the after the fact realisation of what you did, and what the consequences could be.

I closed my eyes as the cold water cascaded down my back, trying to ignore the memories of yesterday afternoon. Not the sight of Carin bleeding from an arrow stuck into his shoulder, until Rea had very practically pulled it out and then shoved a load of clean tea towels across the hole. Not the expression on poor Doug’s face as he’d twisted between loyalties. Not even the sigh of Aria, white faced and panicking as she came running through the door leaving me to deal with the taxi fare.

Those memories were easy to deal with. The smouldering anger that I felt about Doug being tricked into taking on a debt that far outweighed the benefits was currently banked and ready to flare up when the time was right. Carin and his motley were not pledged to me, but the simple fact was I like them, and Carin was my mentor and I owe him a debt that I couldn’t articulate. Doug, his amiable nature, and eagerness to please struck an empathetic chord; Aidan I respected deeply and Rea I understand on a deep level that made her easy to comprehend.

I thought about the rest of them, and suddenly remembered Rosie with her brilliant green eyes as she called on the contracts of Spring to help give Doug a defence. The recalled scent of spring flowers mixed with the memories of Zenicka’s warm body across my lap.

I groaned and shoved the temperature of the water even further down, ignoring the fact that tears were mingled with the soap suds.

Dammit, why did it take goblin fruits to let me do what I wanted to do?

And could I replicate that drink?

Comments

[becky-spence.livejournal.com]

If you do recreate it....please keep it away from me...badness would result!

Poor Dey!