Unkindness of Ravens
Character: Tamsin
Rating: T
Notes: Post 3x03. I'm just gonna keep looting the mythology until something breaks.
She'd told Bo true: They weren't supposed to remember their parasite-induced exploits.
But Tamsin found the idea of lost time unacceptable, and she had extraordinary resources.
She arranged herself as comfortably as possible in her small bare room-what was earthly adornment, to one who had lived in Valhalla?-and closed her eyes.
"Muninn," she whispered on an exhaled breath, and the floodgates opened.
Tamsin saw it in her mind's eye, the memory returned clear. The way she'd kissed Bo, her easy happiness, the way she'd laughed. She'd inscribed her forbidden secrets, invited forsworn sympathy.
The succubus was dangerous, indeed.
A vaguely related epigram, because it pleases me:
"Hey," said Shadow. "Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are."
The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.
"Say 'Nevermore,'" said Shadow.
"Fuck you," said the raven.
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods