13 Days of Darkstar : Almost All Fall Down, Part 3
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Almost All Fall Down, Part 3
Charmcaster sipped her Darjeeling tea carefully. It was hot, rich, and sweet. The beverage had a distinctly floral taste that she didn’t remember, but it sat comfortably in the pit of her stomach.
“So, I missed something. How did half the world’s population end up pushing up daisies?” Charmcaster asked before blowing on her tea cup.
Darkstar sat leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. His chin rested on his bare hands, which, much like the rest of him, had not aged a day. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“It started a few weeks after you left. People started getting sick. Well, that’s not quite the right word. People started wasting away. One by one, they just started falling down. Their life forces just started drying up. They’d get lethargic, and then writhe in agony, unable to do anything other that twitch as their life forced ebbed away. Within days, they were gone and when the disease was done ravaging their bodies, there was precious little left to bury,”
The mana witch sucked in air.
“Jesus, weren’t you scared of catching it yourself?” she asked.
“Fairly, in the beginning. I didn’t understand the nature of the illness then. No one did. It struck without warning and without mercy. I must say, it was rather unsettling to see...so many similar faces staring back at me from everywhere. Fortunately it turns out that...those with a certain heritage are immune to the plague’s effects. While it doesn’t hurt me, it doesn’t alleviate my condition either,” he added, somewhat bitterly.
Charmcaster tapped her lip with a painted nail.
“So that explains the mask then, doesn’t it? No one would trust a doctor who appears to suffer from the disease he claims to cure, yet for all his treatments, he can’t repair himself,”
Darkstar looked annoyed at being interrupted. He squeezed his eyes just slightly closed and chewed on his lower lip in a way that the mana witch remembered. It was like old times, almost.
“Something like that. I’m somewhat of a historian at heart. I rather like the idea that history repeats itself,”
Charmcaster smiled and leaned forward, blowing on her tea.
“So you took up the mantle of a plague doctor? Makes sense. You did always like birds. Now you dress up like one,”
Darkstar shrugged.
“More or less. However, I don’t ‘dress up.’ I make homages,” he answered.
Charmcaster shook her head before resting it on her hand.
“God, I missed you. You and your shenanigans,” she sighed wistfully.
Darkstar paused and took a deep breath before he looked her directly in the eyes.
“The feeling is mutual, Lovely,” he said, deep, smooth voice emphasizing every syllable exactly where it needed to be.
Magenta eyes flickered.
She hadn’t expected the way those words would effect her. They made her feel a colossal sense of relief. He hadn’t moved on without her, at least not in terms of their mutual, antagonistic attraction. Rather, they seemed to have matured in their time apart. She had not been replaced with some other idol, which is what her family had done. In the past, he would have denied it and blushed an awkward purple, which would have been amusing, but not comforting. She would have enjoyed it, but it was not what she needed. Amusedly, she splayed her fingers across her face.
“Why Darkles, you’ll make me blush,” she exclaimed.
“The effect looks infinitely better on you than me,” he countered playfully, a predatory gleam in his pale blue eyes.
Charmcaster clucked her tongue against her cheek.
“I’m flattered, but you’ll have to wait awhile for the payoff. Traveling across four separate dimensions to get here had just plain tuckered me out and I’m in need of a little refreshment of another sort, if you get my meaning,”
Darkstar raised a thin eyebrow before standing regally and offering the mana witch his arm.
“Of course, let me show you to your quarters,”
Charmcaster smiled and took the offered appendage after performing a small dip of a bow.
>>>
Charmcaster could not help but feel a little flattered. The guest room that Darkstar had led her too had been tailored for her specifically. All her favorite colors, textures, fabrics, and decorative preferences had been incorporated into the room in some way, shape, or form. The bath tub was even a small shallow pool. He’d remembered she liked that.
She lowered herself into the steaming hot water and eased up to her nose. The water had a floral smell that was now absurdly familiar. It was the same odor that permeated Darkstar’s doctor uniform, the same one that followed him wherever he went. Now, it was even in the bathwater. It made sense that he use that particular flower.
Charmcaster started when she felt someone else enter the water and gasped when a pair of strong, grey arms encircled her.
She made a surprised sound when she realized who it was.
“You...how did you sneak up on me? I should have felt you coming a mile away!” she hissed, splashing at Darkstar with the water.
“You aren’t the only one who learned a few tricks over the past few years, Lovely Charmcaster. Though, I must say I look forward to comparing notes,”
She felt him nuzzle her neck and nibble lightly on the juncture where it touched her collar bone and it sent a thrill up her spine and gave her goosebumps. He made her whole being so hungry...she’d been missing it the whole time she was gone and now...now that he was so close, she realized she was practically starving. She felt her temperature rise and her heart beat excitedly in her chest.
“The feeling is mutual,” she responded, leaning into his display of affection and pulling herself against him in all the right places.
Within moments, their lips had locked and the two of them sank beneath the warm water. A small cluster of bubbles made their way to the surface.
Awww, YEAH! In the Home Stretch!
Just 2 More to GO!
Here, have some more Almost All Fall Down!
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Almost All Fall Down, Part 3
Charmcaster sipped her Darjeeling tea carefully. It was hot, rich, and sweet. The beverage had a distinctly floral taste that she didn’t remember, but it sat comfortably in the pit of her stomach.
“So, I missed something. How did half the world’s population end up pushing up daisies?” Charmcaster asked before blowing on her tea cup.
Darkstar sat leaning forward with his elbows resting on the table. His chin rested on his bare hands, which, much like the rest of him, had not aged a day. He took a deep breath before speaking.
“It started a few weeks after you left. People started getting sick. Well, that’s not quite the right word. People started wasting away. One by one, they just started falling down. Their life forces just started drying up. They’d get lethargic, and then writhe in agony, unable to do anything other that twitch as their life forced ebbed away. Within days, they were gone and when the disease was done ravaging their bodies, there was precious little left to bury,”
The mana witch sucked in air.
“Jesus, weren’t you scared of catching it yourself?” she asked.
“Fairly, in the beginning. I didn’t understand the nature of the illness then. No one did. It struck without warning and without mercy. I must say, it was rather unsettling to see...so many similar faces staring back at me from everywhere. Fortunately it turns out that...those with a certain heritage are immune to the plague’s effects. While it doesn’t hurt me, it doesn’t alleviate my condition either,” he added, somewhat bitterly.
Charmcaster tapped her lip with a painted nail.
“So that explains the mask then, doesn’t it? No one would trust a doctor who appears to suffer from the disease he claims to cure, yet for all his treatments, he can’t repair himself,”
Darkstar looked annoyed at being interrupted. He squeezed his eyes just slightly closed and chewed on his lower lip in a way that the mana witch remembered. It was like old times, almost.
“Something like that. I’m somewhat of a historian at heart. I rather like the idea that history repeats itself,”
Charmcaster smiled and leaned forward, blowing on her tea.
“So you took up the mantle of a plague doctor? Makes sense. You did always like birds. Now you dress up like one,”
Darkstar shrugged.
“More or less. However, I don’t ‘dress up.’ I make homages,” he answered.
Charmcaster shook her head before resting it on her hand.
“God, I missed you. You and your shenanigans,” she sighed wistfully.
Darkstar paused and took a deep breath before he looked her directly in the eyes.
“The feeling is mutual, Lovely,” he said, deep, smooth voice emphasizing every syllable exactly where it needed to be.
Magenta eyes flickered.
She hadn’t expected the way those words would effect her. They made her feel a colossal sense of relief. He hadn’t moved on without her, at least not in terms of their mutual, antagonistic attraction. Rather, they seemed to have matured in their time apart. She had not been replaced with some other idol, which is what her family had done. In the past, he would have denied it and blushed an awkward purple, which would have been amusing, but not comforting. She would have enjoyed it, but it was not what she needed. Amusedly, she splayed her fingers across her face.
“Why Darkles, you’ll make me blush,” she exclaimed.
“The effect looks infinitely better on you than me,” he countered playfully, a predatory gleam in his pale blue eyes.
Charmcaster clucked her tongue against her cheek.
“I’m flattered, but you’ll have to wait awhile for the payoff. Traveling across four separate dimensions to get here had just plain tuckered me out and I’m in need of a little refreshment of another sort, if you get my meaning,”
Darkstar raised a thin eyebrow before standing regally and offering the mana witch his arm.
“Of course, let me show you to your quarters,”
Charmcaster smiled and took the offered appendage after performing a small dip of a bow.
>>>
Charmcaster could not help but feel a little flattered. The guest room that Darkstar had led her too had been tailored for her specifically. All her favorite colors, textures, fabrics, and decorative preferences had been incorporated into the room in some way, shape, or form. The bath tub was even a small shallow pool. He’d remembered she liked that.
She lowered herself into the steaming hot water and eased up to her nose. The water had a floral smell that was now absurdly familiar. It was the same odor that permeated Darkstar’s doctor uniform, the same one that followed him wherever he went. Now, it was even in the bathwater. It made sense that he use that particular flower.
Charmcaster started when she felt someone else enter the water and gasped when a pair of strong, grey arms encircled her.
She made a surprised sound when she realized who it was.
“You...how did you sneak up on me? I should have felt you coming a mile away!” she hissed, splashing at Darkstar with the water.
“You aren’t the only one who learned a few tricks over the past few years, Lovely Charmcaster. Though, I must say I look forward to comparing notes,”
She felt him nuzzle her neck and nibble lightly on the juncture where it touched her collar bone and it sent a thrill up her spine and gave her goosebumps. He made her whole being so hungry...she’d been missing it the whole time she was gone and now...now that he was so close, she realized she was practically starving. She felt her temperature rise and her heart beat excitedly in her chest.
“The feeling is mutual,” she responded, leaning into his display of affection and pulling herself against him in all the right places.
Within moments, their lips had locked and the two of them sank beneath the warm water. A small cluster of bubbles made their way to the surface.