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Because my life is not complete without memes. Stolen from karma_aster and raisedbymoogles.
Comment with two characters I write, and I'll tell you about their first kiss.
Comment with two characters I write, and I'll tell you about their first kiss.
"You have got to be kidding me," I said. "We are not reprising Sleeping Beauty."
"Indeed we are not," the evening-nymph said softly. Apple blossoms dripped from her hair as she circled the glass coffin my boss (up several levels from working directly with me, thankfully) lay asleep in. She rolled a tart green apple in her hands. "If we were, you would have to rouse him through sex."
That derailed my train of thought. Sent it crashing and burning into nearby bystanders even. "So. Okay. I kiss him. He wakes up. He slugs me."
"And then the two of you defeat the dragon who has taken lair at the base of my tree," the nymph reminds me. "And perhaps I will favor you with an apple to restore him to more than dream-memory."
"About that..." I didn't think Morgan would approve of me using mythic-magic to bring him back. I didn't think I approved of it either. And the White Council didn't exactly have rules for how to handle resurrected condemned prisoners, which probably meant they wouldn't handle well to Morgan returning from the dead.
The nymph smiled bewitchingly. "The apples of my tree grant immortality to the living and life to the dead. But they are still apples, and they still need to be eaten to have any effect. Will you break this spell then, oh man, and awaken him to fight at your side?"
I ran a hand through my hair. Right. Kill a dragon. A mythical dragon. Because walking the mythic paths would help me a lot when it came to taking on the people I was taking on.
Morgan was going to chew my ass off for this.
I bent down to kiss him.
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