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[oom] Sunshine, lakeside
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:17 pmThe strands of her magic cling to him like cobwebs, but not unpleasantly. Perhaps more like warm silk, sticky and soft in the same breath. She doesn't need to hunt him in the traditional ways any longer. She has her gift.
It is a truth that makes him cautious, but not wary. Never wary. Of all the people in this place who wish him ill, she has the most cause perhaps, and yet, he can still taste how drawn she is to him. It would be a lie to say he wasn't flattered by her attentions, and perhaps, even more of a lie to deny that he seeks her out.
But now, she is hunting him. Along the cold dark bank of the lake he winds, the mist of his passing seeming to defy the cold stiff breeze off the water. He feels her in the distance, a bright star in brilliant counterpoint to his own dark nature.
He hesitates, feeling her come for him.
The predator in him shifts restlessly. She will be the death of him, he fears.
It is a truth that makes him cautious, but not wary. Never wary. Of all the people in this place who wish him ill, she has the most cause perhaps, and yet, he can still taste how drawn she is to him. It would be a lie to say he wasn't flattered by her attentions, and perhaps, even more of a lie to deny that he seeks her out.
But now, she is hunting him. Along the cold dark bank of the lake he winds, the mist of his passing seeming to defy the cold stiff breeze off the water. He feels her in the distance, a bright star in brilliant counterpoint to his own dark nature.
He hesitates, feeling her come for him.
The predator in him shifts restlessly. She will be the death of him, he fears.
