Post by Lisa on Jul 2, 2011 14:37:38 GMT 10
Title: Love Has no Sight
Rating: R
Character: Beka Cooper
Event: Love Long Jump
Words: 383
Summary: Oh, you knew I’d go there… (WARNING: weird incest)
Grief does odd things to a cove. I’d been wooed and romanced afore – sometimes in simple ways, sometimes in a whirlwind of excitement. But nothing quite measured up to what I experienced with the baron.
One moment we were discussing the oddness of my birdies, the next we were in each other’s arms. I suspect it was loneliness, on his part. I’d gathered that his children were far away, and in the face of his missing wife, he needed something to cling to. I was the new person he was to rely on.
Truth be told, I was lonely, too. This mission of the Trickster’s has been going on for well over two weeks – longer than most of my hunts. I miss Achoo and Pounce, and my friends.
Making excuses as to why things happened when they shouldn’t’ve isn’t what I meant to write, though. I meant to say that his kisses were unlike aught I’d felt afore, and I felt a stronger connection with him than any other lover I’d had. When we were done, we said nothing for a long time. He ran the tips of his fingers along my ribcage and apologized, saying it wasn’t the kind of thing that should’ve happened, nor should happen again. I didn’t feel that pang of misery that I got when Dale ended things with me, or with the other coves I’d been with. These past weeks have been more like a waking dream, an event with no beginning or end.
I gave him my fire opal. I said we shouldn’t bring it up again, and once I’d done the Trickster’s work, we’d both be on our ways. But I wanted him to have it, just to remember what we meant to each other for a small moment in our lives.
He looked at me with those meaningful hazel eyes and said, “Do you exist, Beka? My Sight tells me nothing about you – I can’t follow where you are, or know whether you’re safe, like I do with others. You’re hidden from me, like a ghost.”
Maybe I am a ghost. Maybe I’m a looby and this is a dream, and I’ll wake up in my bed with Pounce and Achoo at my sides. But if this is a dream, it’s a bittersweet one.
Rating: R
Character: Beka Cooper
Event: Love Long Jump
Words: 383
Summary: Oh, you knew I’d go there… (WARNING: weird incest)
Grief does odd things to a cove. I’d been wooed and romanced afore – sometimes in simple ways, sometimes in a whirlwind of excitement. But nothing quite measured up to what I experienced with the baron.
One moment we were discussing the oddness of my birdies, the next we were in each other’s arms. I suspect it was loneliness, on his part. I’d gathered that his children were far away, and in the face of his missing wife, he needed something to cling to. I was the new person he was to rely on.
Truth be told, I was lonely, too. This mission of the Trickster’s has been going on for well over two weeks – longer than most of my hunts. I miss Achoo and Pounce, and my friends.
Making excuses as to why things happened when they shouldn’t’ve isn’t what I meant to write, though. I meant to say that his kisses were unlike aught I’d felt afore, and I felt a stronger connection with him than any other lover I’d had. When we were done, we said nothing for a long time. He ran the tips of his fingers along my ribcage and apologized, saying it wasn’t the kind of thing that should’ve happened, nor should happen again. I didn’t feel that pang of misery that I got when Dale ended things with me, or with the other coves I’d been with. These past weeks have been more like a waking dream, an event with no beginning or end.
I gave him my fire opal. I said we shouldn’t bring it up again, and once I’d done the Trickster’s work, we’d both be on our ways. But I wanted him to have it, just to remember what we meant to each other for a small moment in our lives.
He looked at me with those meaningful hazel eyes and said, “Do you exist, Beka? My Sight tells me nothing about you – I can’t follow where you are, or know whether you’re safe, like I do with others. You’re hidden from me, like a ghost.”
Maybe I am a ghost. Maybe I’m a looby and this is a dream, and I’ll wake up in my bed with Pounce and Achoo at my sides. But if this is a dream, it’s a bittersweet one.