So, here comes my usual burst of "I feel terrible because I haven't updated in ages" oneshots. Although it would help if I could find my other journal... Anyway, I finally got the sixth through ninth NW books! The day they came out as a set, obviously. xD And I finished them all in about twenty-two hours, counting sleeping. Which is kind of terrible, seeing as the seventh Harry Potter took me nine hours and forty-one minutes, with breaks to be polite to my sister's friend's parents... Oh, there's my notebook! Sneaky little thing was hiding under my tissue box all along! Right, so, now that I'm done talking to inanimate objects, this is just a fluffyish little Quinn/Rashel drabble, because they're one of my favorite couples, and I'm on a Night World high. Enjoy!
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Goddess, how she loves him.
His fathomless black eyes and slightly manic smile. His dark allure and his charming interior. His cold façade and the man she's come to know underneath all the hurt.
He's a hunter, yes. Like her. A predator, a stealthy ninja.
But an equal, no. He is a creature of the night, an inhuman being in possession of powers she can observe but never attain. What she lacks in natural advantage she more than makes up for in ability and skill, but so does he. He'll always have that edge, be just that little bit better than her.
Oddly, she finds herself envious of qualities she once hated, and still fears. The seemingly effortless race didn't come easily to her at first; she longs for that uncaring lope of his, so simple next to her heavily practiced and perfected gait. She's a bit jealous of the hypnosis, too. She tells herself she hates it, thinks it's cheating, not a noble way to win a fight… But sometimes you just have to win, and considering mind control to be an underhanded tactic hasn't stopped anyone she's met so far.
Except maybe him.
He belongs so completely to the darkness, theoretically, yet he is in the light. He can balance his twin selves perfectly, making him interesting and mysterious, when it's all she can do to handle her own one-dimensional existence. If only…
But what would she do then? She knows she can't be like him; she'd hate herself, wouldn't be able to stand herself. She's not sure what the answer is, but with him by her side, she'd do anything.