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Jan 23, 2007 14:28

Prompt #069 - And with his other hand

There's a twinkle in his violet eyes, his fingers wrapped 'round my wrist as slowly, excitedly he leads me down the castle hall.
The walls are of damp stone covered in Gods and myths depicted on tapestries, the dim lights making the monsters dance.
Hours seem to pass in this dizzying place before we reach the end; not a door as I'd thought, but a wall thick, bare and impassable.
I sigh, turning to leave, annoyed and disappointed at being the victim of another one of his jokes, but his fingers tighten on my wrist, his scales cutting into my skin.
I open my mouth to scream, but his tail goes 'round my neck, not hard enough to strangle, just threatening to keep me quiet.
Looking worried as though he'll lose me if I don't see as he does, he moves me forward; tugging my hand up to rest on the wall.
I gasp as my hand moves across the warm, rippling stone; he smiles and releases me; running one hand down my wings, pride etched on every feature, his other hand reaching forward through reality to open a door.

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