86.1 Spirit
It wasn't hard for Sascha to tell when Greg was around. All he had to look for was that new brightness in her eyes.
There was something about the two of them and the way they moved around each other that was just unnatural. Enough to make him believe in soul-mates, though not in true love. The two concepts, he insisted, did not always go hand in hand. And he refused to believe that Gregory was his sister's true love. The man was an unrepentant liar and thief; he had no honor, and he even preferred it that way.
Maybe his draconic sensibilities were offended by that last part, more than any real sense of danger. Greg hadn't hurt her, had helped her on more than one occasion, at least. It was possible that he was just overreacting. She'd never get him to admit it, though, not in front of anyone.
It was the connection they had that irritated him the most, after years, then a century had passed and still Greg did nothing to hurt his big sister. After all that time it was hard to describe him as a serious threat, but he had still worked his way into Astrid's life so deeply that if anything were to happen between them, he didn't know if his sister would be the same. Terrifying thought. That someone, not of the family, not even of their species, could have such a hold over her. That someone else in their lives burned as brightly as a dragon.
Still he saw the way they looked at each other, talked, moved around each other even physically in the same room. The delicate way they took each other's actions and gestures and expressions into account without having to stop and think about it. The way they resonated, and the care they took anyway. Even if they never saw each other again he had the feeling her spirit would seek out his, like some sort of creature of legend, the kind who got placed up in the sky to eternally be chased or chase her lover. He didn't like that thought. He didn't like the idea of them even approaching being lovers.
But it was hard to ignore the brightness in her eyes.
Astrid Kessler
Black Stone Rising
Partner: Greg (looklikeanangel)
380 words
There was something about the two of them and the way they moved around each other that was just unnatural. Enough to make him believe in soul-mates, though not in true love. The two concepts, he insisted, did not always go hand in hand. And he refused to believe that Gregory was his sister's true love. The man was an unrepentant liar and thief; he had no honor, and he even preferred it that way.
Maybe his draconic sensibilities were offended by that last part, more than any real sense of danger. Greg hadn't hurt her, had helped her on more than one occasion, at least. It was possible that he was just overreacting. She'd never get him to admit it, though, not in front of anyone.
It was the connection they had that irritated him the most, after years, then a century had passed and still Greg did nothing to hurt his big sister. After all that time it was hard to describe him as a serious threat, but he had still worked his way into Astrid's life so deeply that if anything were to happen between them, he didn't know if his sister would be the same. Terrifying thought. That someone, not of the family, not even of their species, could have such a hold over her. That someone else in their lives burned as brightly as a dragon.
Still he saw the way they looked at each other, talked, moved around each other even physically in the same room. The delicate way they took each other's actions and gestures and expressions into account without having to stop and think about it. The way they resonated, and the care they took anyway. Even if they never saw each other again he had the feeling her spirit would seek out his, like some sort of creature of legend, the kind who got placed up in the sky to eternally be chased or chase her lover. He didn't like that thought. He didn't like the idea of them even approaching being lovers.
But it was hard to ignore the brightness in her eyes.
Astrid Kessler
Black Stone Rising
Partner: Greg (looklikeanangel)
380 words