Reunion
I almost ran as he opened the door. The urge to put as much distance as I could between us stung like fire in the back of my throat. He would feel that. I cursed myself silently; keep your feelings in check Jen. I force myself through the door in front of him.
Closing the door of his guest room behind me, I stretched my neck out, rolling my shoulders. Too much tension for one night. Too much standing around and trying to remember lessons from too long ago. I was out of practise, out of practise of dealing with other Kindred. I sat on the bed, and lie back taking in the ceiling above me. He would help me if I asked. He would mentor me too. I did not expect him to offer, half expected him to tell me to earn it.
I move back to lie on the bed properly, sliding off my shoes. It was nearly dawn and I did not fancy waking up in a heap on the floor. Not again. Dropping to sleep as the sun came up is definitely on my list of things to fix in the Kindred form, once I’ve sorted out the blood problem. The shortening nights were certainly inconvenient; I missed curling up with a book until the small hours. I simply do not have enough time to get things done now, my constant frustration. Delegation is what I need. I need to give more jobs to the ghoul. Especially if The Withercorene was going to give me things to do, I would need more time on my hands. As I felt the dawn approach, I cursed it.
I jolted awake and felt the press of panic on my chest, the strange ceiling staring at me. He was near, I could feel it in my blood. I jolted upright, casting around. The bare room, my mobile on the bedside table. The sense of Him from the next room pulled back my memories.
I scribbled a note and made my escape.
Gone training. Be back later. G
Closing the door of his guest room behind me, I stretched my neck out, rolling my shoulders. Too much tension for one night. Too much standing around and trying to remember lessons from too long ago. I was out of practise, out of practise of dealing with other Kindred. I sat on the bed, and lie back taking in the ceiling above me. He would help me if I asked. He would mentor me too. I did not expect him to offer, half expected him to tell me to earn it.
I move back to lie on the bed properly, sliding off my shoes. It was nearly dawn and I did not fancy waking up in a heap on the floor. Not again. Dropping to sleep as the sun came up is definitely on my list of things to fix in the Kindred form, once I’ve sorted out the blood problem. The shortening nights were certainly inconvenient; I missed curling up with a book until the small hours. I simply do not have enough time to get things done now, my constant frustration. Delegation is what I need. I need to give more jobs to the ghoul. Especially if The Withercorene was going to give me things to do, I would need more time on my hands. As I felt the dawn approach, I cursed it.
I jolted awake and felt the press of panic on my chest, the strange ceiling staring at me. He was near, I could feel it in my blood. I jolted upright, casting around. The bare room, my mobile on the bedside table. The sense of Him from the next room pulled back my memories.
I scribbled a note and made my escape.
Gone training. Be back later. G