Drabble Response: Strange Attractors
This is for karl_stahl's request for my still-open drabble meme, which was "Ethan Rayne, Willow, chaos magic". Not really a drabble, but I got to 100 words and I couldn't cut it down. Set post-"Halloween" but probably pre-"Dark Age".
She shouldn't be here. She should be at home, with her fish and her highlighters and her fuzzy pink slippers and ... and ....
"It isn't about power, child. Well, I suppose it is, in it's way, but there are more direct ways to power. You know that. I can tell that about you. Jump through all their little hoops and at the end you might be the one who gets to hold them. That's power."
She's fascinated. The candle's flame jumps, smoke rising straight for 31 centimeters, then spreading every witch way. Which way. The way you say it is every which way.
"The goal, my goal, is to bump a few of the hoops out of place and watch as they try to look around, suss out the pattern, decide where to jump next. The look of shock and indecision on their faces."
He reaches out, curled index finger lifting her chin, forcing her gaze toward him.
"Just like that. Beautiful."
She knows she should turn away, move his hand, do something. She chooses not to.
She shouldn't be here. She should be at home, with her fish and her highlighters and her fuzzy pink slippers and ... and ....
"It isn't about power, child. Well, I suppose it is, in it's way, but there are more direct ways to power. You know that. I can tell that about you. Jump through all their little hoops and at the end you might be the one who gets to hold them. That's power."
She's fascinated. The candle's flame jumps, smoke rising straight for 31 centimeters, then spreading every witch way. Which way. The way you say it is every which way.
"The goal, my goal, is to bump a few of the hoops out of place and watch as they try to look around, suss out the pattern, decide where to jump next. The look of shock and indecision on their faces."
He reaches out, curled index finger lifting her chin, forcing her gaze toward him.
"Just like that. Beautiful."
She knows she should turn away, move his hand, do something. She chooses not to.