I wanted to update like, all my fics, but was unsure where to start. I turned on my iPod Shuffle and told it to direct me. The first two songs that played were about wanting to force someone to love you in return, so…well, this happened. It's not my best, but it was fun to write while listening to music. I should do it more often.
Anyway, this is vague and uses no names but for Gemma, who is not involved in the pairing whatsoever. This is from Ann's point of view, to clarify things, although you should be able to realize that from context clues. It's an Ann/Tom fic of sorts.
Story Sixteen
Title: Whisper
Rating: K
Summary: The power is intoxicating, but the look on his face when he awakes moments after I've left is even more stimulating.
I come to him that night. He's laying in bed, eyes closed, not even murmuring or shifting in his sleep. I've just visited the realms with Gemma, and power clings to me and me alone. That's how I've made it to his bedroom, and that's how I'm nearly lying beside him, running my fingers over his eyes.
Fall in love with me.
It's a whisper in his ear, and I'm gone in an instant. I hover outside his bedroom window, able to fly on my own. The power is intoxicating, but the look on his face when he awakes moments after I've left is even more stimulating.
He wants me.
Good night, I whisper, and he falls asleep once more after looking around wildly. I think that he spots me in the window, but perhaps not…
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I wake up in bed at Spence moments later, confused. Was that just a dream, or real? Gemma is laying the bed opposite of me, murmuring something in her sleep. I stick my palm out, trying to conjure a rose in my hand, but it doesn't work. Surely I was dreaming…surely…
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There's a letter for me the next day, and there's no return address. I open it in private, surprised. I never receive letters. The note is short, but I immediately skip towards the end, anyway, eager to know who has written to me. The letter is unsigned.
The letter is all of two words long:
Good night.