Another chapter...:o)
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13.
I presented myself to Thayer the night that the girl ran away from him. I wanted to give her a chance to escape- Thayer would have a fun time finding her come morning light.
I materialized in his room, and sat waiting for him on his bed until he walked in.
"What are you doing here?" He asked me tersely, shifting into a defensive stance.
"I am here to talk to you of course!" I smiled at him and got up off the bed, letting my fingers trail through the sheets. "And who wouldn't want to talk to you?"
"What do you want now?" His eyes flicked to where his sword was leaning against the wall.
"What I have always desired," I looked up at from beneath my eyelashes, letting my tongue play over my lips. "I want you."
He sucked in a breath and stiffened. "You never wanted me." He stepped carefully away from me.
"Oh, but I did, Thayer. You just never responded in the way that I wanted you to." I walked around him, looking askance at him.
"Stop it, Fiacha." He struck out, faster than I could see, and raised his sword at me.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to be doing that, Thayer." I smiled, knowing how much he wanted know why.
"Why?" The question burst from his lips. I sat back on his bed and smiled wider.
"Because, should you kill me, the only thing stopping my hounds from killing your Princess will be their own will. You know what? Their will is to eat and be sated. Do you know where they are right now?" I leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. "They're following her through the forest. They're biting at the heels of her horse, tormenting her and begging me to let them feast."
The blood drained out of his face with each description that I gave him. His sword tip wavered as if it had grown too heavy for his arm to hold up.
"Are you worried about her?" I asked him coyly, my eyes going wide with feigned innocence.
"Oh, Sky." His words came out strangled. I giggled.
"You want to stay here with me, though, don't you?" I pouted, watching the indecision flit across his face.
"No."
"Fine." I blew him a kiss and materialized back in my chambers. "Gullible fool," I muttered happily. I told the hounds to bother the girl and the horse more, but not to harm too seriously.
"I wonder if he'll find the girl in one piece." I murmured in satisfied rumination. Then I went back to plotting his death in the most prolonged and painful way possible.
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-A/N- Hey, look! Another one of those weird first-person chapters...i enjoy writing these, strangely enough. hm.
by the way, would anyone like to donate some reviews?
EvenSong
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13.
I presented myself to Thayer the night that the girl ran away from him. I wanted to give her a chance to escape- Thayer would have a fun time finding her come morning light.
I materialized in his room, and sat waiting for him on his bed until he walked in.
"What are you doing here?" He asked me tersely, shifting into a defensive stance.
"I am here to talk to you of course!" I smiled at him and got up off the bed, letting my fingers trail through the sheets. "And who wouldn't want to talk to you?"
"What do you want now?" His eyes flicked to where his sword was leaning against the wall.
"What I have always desired," I looked up at from beneath my eyelashes, letting my tongue play over my lips. "I want you."
He sucked in a breath and stiffened. "You never wanted me." He stepped carefully away from me.
"Oh, but I did, Thayer. You just never responded in the way that I wanted you to." I walked around him, looking askance at him.
"Stop it, Fiacha." He struck out, faster than I could see, and raised his sword at me.
"Oh, you wouldn't want to be doing that, Thayer." I smiled, knowing how much he wanted know why.
"Why?" The question burst from his lips. I sat back on his bed and smiled wider.
"Because, should you kill me, the only thing stopping my hounds from killing your Princess will be their own will. You know what? Their will is to eat and be sated. Do you know where they are right now?" I leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. "They're following her through the forest. They're biting at the heels of her horse, tormenting her and begging me to let them feast."
The blood drained out of his face with each description that I gave him. His sword tip wavered as if it had grown too heavy for his arm to hold up.
"Are you worried about her?" I asked him coyly, my eyes going wide with feigned innocence.
"Oh, Sky." His words came out strangled. I giggled.
"You want to stay here with me, though, don't you?" I pouted, watching the indecision flit across his face.
"No."
"Fine." I blew him a kiss and materialized back in my chambers. "Gullible fool," I muttered happily. I told the hounds to bother the girl and the horse more, but not to harm too seriously.
"I wonder if he'll find the girl in one piece." I murmured in satisfied rumination. Then I went back to plotting his death in the most prolonged and painful way possible.
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-A/N- Hey, look! Another one of those weird first-person chapters...i enjoy writing these, strangely enough. hm.
by the way, would anyone like to donate some reviews?
EvenSong