It's cold. It's dark. It's quiet. Birds and cats and dogs and more wild versions of them all rustle and bustle around the town and the farms and the roads leading away from this place.
Peaceful.
No one here to talk to right now. No one to goad me about how much I share with others. No one to poke at me and turn me over to try and see the hidden motivation. No one to sneer at me and cross the street to avoid interacting with me.
I miss Éire and the people there. The ones that light up when they see me. That know I'm trouble, but also know I'm not against them. The people here don't understand it. They didn't create me. They don't get the concept of me.
At the edge of the woods, near the park, I stop and watch her sit down on a swing and stare up at the pale disc in the sky.
"You're thinking about me," I say softly, approaching her.
Even before I hear him, I know Lúgh is there. Even though I have been trying to keep my power locked safely away, I think too much has passed between us for me to not feel him. He's always there, like a faint tickle in the back of my mind.
"I am," I smile, twisting in the swing so I can look at him as he walks up. "I haven't seen you in awhile. I've missed you, a ghrá gheal," I say quietly, looking up at him. He seems a little less distressed tonight, not as scattered like he was the last time we spoke. But then, he had reason to be distressed at that point too. "What's kept you away for so long?"
Has it been long, or does it just seem so. And I guess I could have gone looking for him or asked him to come too. But I won't go to that house, and the other way I have to call him just doesn't seem right. Not when I have no other reason but wanting to see him.
Staying on the swing, she looks up at me. Her stormy sky eyes reflect the little light there is, appearing otherworldly in the moonlight. My hands clutch the chains of the swing and I smile at her.
"Has it been long? I lose track of the days." I lean forward and kiss her softly. "Hello."
"Has it been long? I lose track of the days. Hello." he says, bending down to kiss me. When his lips touch mine I can hear the music and taste the mead; and catch the faint scents of salt and smoke as the bonfires mixed with the ocean air. And when I wrap my arms around him and close my eyes, its almost like I'm home. I know I can't go back right now, but I'm starting to wonder if I ever will again. Maybe someday he'll take me back if I ask, even if its only for a minute, long enough to say goodbye.
"Hi," I whisper, smiling more as I touch my head to his and open my eyes. "Almost a month, but whose counting," I say playfully and shrug. I wonder what time is like for them. Do some days drag on and seem like they'll never end like they do for us? Probably not, more the opposite I would think. "And you're here now, that's all that matters. How have you been?"
"Can't say for sure, lass. All I know is that he's got a better chance of living a long, happy life without the demon inside him. If Marbas stayed until his freedom was given by Lu... Lucien'd probably die then."Lu...it takes me a few seconds to realize who he means, if it wasn't for the topic at hand, that nickname might have made me smile. And I'm sure Lucien will be happier, if he lives. And Lúgh knows it too, I think, because when I asked he looked away. I do know Marbas seemed to care about Lucien, but will he once he's free? I know I only hold his interest because the power I have is linked to him, or was once. Even though he's done nothing but help me, I'm still not even sure how far that safety extends. "So its better to risk him dying now instead of later?" I ask, still confused. And maybe I'm wrong and maybe Lucien would rather die than stay as he is, but he didn't seem that unhappy to me last time I saw him. "And what about you and the person helping you? Who's going to protect you?" I ask, feeling panic rise up making my
( ... )
"So its better to risk him dying now instead of later? And what about you and the person helping you? Who's going to protect you? Will you at least tell me when so I can be ready to help if needed?"
She's shaking and there's panic clear in her eyes. "Lass. Kaeli," I say softly, running a light-warm finger along her jaw. "You're worrying too much. Lucien will not die." I say it with such certainty. Wonder if I'm lying to myself, though. Wonder if Marbas really is concerned with Lucien's survival. "Neither will the person helping me." He'll be so well protected that nothing will touch him. Hopefully, Marbas will be at least a little grateful for being released and won't lash out at those of us that'll be present.
"As for telling you, there's no need. No one will be hurt," I say as a smile comes to my face. "Trust me, okay?"
This is what used to happen for a little while when I tried to go out at night. The shaking and not quite fear but more so like a wire wound too tight and apt to snap at the slightest touch. Odd as it is, after that night in the bar, and then the cemetery it seemed to stop. Or I've just kept myself so busy I haven't given it a chance to happen again. "Lass. Kaeli, You're worrying too much. Lucien will not die. Neither will the person helping me."
I raise my eyes to his and wait, but it doesn't come. No mention of himself. Just the others. And while that is a big relief in itself, it still feels like the edge of a knife is pressed to my throat. And its not even about me and I know its his choice and his deal and his promise and his life, but if I can hurt him to a great extent, can't I heal him too? Even if I can't do it, and I know I could, I'd rather try than do nothing.
"As for telling you, there's no need. No one will be hurt, Trust me, okay?"I nod. "I do trust you," I say quietly, "Just not with the care of your own life," I say
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"I do trust you, just not with the care of your own life," she says, trying to smile. I know what she's referring to. Those nights I almost died. Playing with fire. The same kind of fire that Marbas wields, that Lu was born of.
"Don't you trust me to help you?" she asks quieter than quiet like she doesn't really want the answer.
"Kaeli, I do. But it isn't your place to help with this. I promise to you," I place a finger under her chin, keeping her eyes on me. "I promise to you, grá, that the number that goes into this endeavor will be the number that comes out of it."
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Peaceful.
No one here to talk to right now. No one to goad me about how much I share with others. No one to poke at me and turn me over to try and see the hidden motivation. No one to sneer at me and cross the street to avoid interacting with me.
I miss Éire and the people there. The ones that light up when they see me. That know I'm trouble, but also know I'm not against them. The people here don't understand it. They didn't create me. They don't get the concept of me.
At the edge of the woods, near the park, I stop and watch her sit down on a swing and stare up at the pale disc in the sky.
"You're thinking about me," I say softly, approaching her.
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"I am," I smile, twisting in the swing so I can look at him as he walks up. "I haven't seen you in awhile. I've missed you, a ghrá gheal," I say quietly, looking up at him. He seems a little less distressed tonight, not as scattered like he was the last time we spoke. But then, he had reason to be distressed at that point too. "What's kept you away for so long?"
Has it been long, or does it just seem so. And I guess I could have gone looking for him or asked him to come too. But I won't go to that house, and the other way I have to call him just doesn't seem right. Not when I have no other reason but wanting to see him.
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"Has it been long? I lose track of the days." I lean forward and kiss her softly. "Hello."
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"Hi," I whisper, smiling more as I touch my head to his and open my eyes. "Almost a month, but whose counting," I say playfully and shrug. I wonder what time is like for them. Do some days drag on and seem like they'll never end like they do for us? Probably not, more the opposite I would think. "And you're here now, that's all that matters. How have you been?"
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She's shaking and there's panic clear in her eyes. "Lass. Kaeli," I say softly, running a light-warm finger along her jaw. "You're worrying too much. Lucien will not die." I say it with such certainty. Wonder if I'm lying to myself, though. Wonder if Marbas really is concerned with Lucien's survival. "Neither will the person helping me." He'll be so well protected that nothing will touch him. Hopefully, Marbas will be at least a little grateful for being released and won't lash out at those of us that'll be present.
"As for telling you, there's no need. No one will be hurt," I say as a smile comes to my face. "Trust me, okay?"
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I raise my eyes to his and wait, but it doesn't come. No mention of himself. Just the others. And while that is a big relief in itself, it still feels like the edge of a knife is pressed to my throat. And its not even about me and I know its his choice and his deal and his promise and his life, but if I can hurt him to a great extent, can't I heal him too? Even if I can't do it, and I know I could, I'd rather try than do nothing.
"As for telling you, there's no need. No one will be hurt, Trust me, okay?"I nod. "I do trust you," I say quietly, "Just not with the care of your own life," I say ( ... )
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"Don't you trust me to help you?" she asks quieter than quiet like she doesn't really want the answer.
"Kaeli, I do. But it isn't your place to help with this. I promise to you," I place a finger under her chin, keeping her eyes on me. "I promise to you, grá, that the number that goes into this endeavor will be the number that comes out of it."
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