Title: Blooded Rum
Prompt: Eggnog (3/25)
Character(s): Daemon Sadi, Jaenelle Angelline, ensemble Dark Court
Word Count: 225
They no longer gathered as the Dark Court, but only a fool would say so to any of their faces. Jaenelle's first circle sat around the dinner table, the companionship a strange mix of tense and relaxed. Daemon, from his lady's side, watched the ebb and flow of dynamics in the room. Karla argued forcefully with Lucivar only to defend him against Khary when the Warlord made an offhand remark.
Aaron and Chaosti were engaged in a lighthearted pissing contest with Surreal. Saetan looked like he wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, something Daemon sympathized with. Kalush and Sceron bickered with Gabrielle and Morghann, quietly as it wasn't in Kalush's disposition to be anything other than sweet.
In the midst of this, the blooded rum was brought to the table.
The coven paired off as one of each pair took the cup. A cup was set in front of him, and Daemon curled his fingers around the bowl of the large glass, remembering the last time he had been at Winsol with Jaenelle's… with her relatives.
He looked to her and saw the reservation on her face, and it cut. Lifting the glass, he held it to her lips. *For the glory of Witch.* The psychic communication was a brush against her mind, a caress, and her beautiful blue eyes turned deep and fathomless.