Title: Knights Consort (11/?)
Author: Cyclone
Feedback: Please be gentle.
Distribution: Gimme credit and a link.
Rating: Just a little bad language.
Spoilers: Anything and everything.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted herein belong to other people. I'm just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: There's more to love than sexual attraction. In fact, sometimes, sexual attraction just gets in the way.
Author's Note: Nothing much to say here.
Figuring out which potion to use was a pain and a half. Most potions are sight-based: drink it, and the next person you see becomes the target of your affections.
No way was I going to tempt Murphy like that.
A surprising number of them are actually relatively innocuous, just a slight attraction enhancer, arguably no worse than beer goggles. Those with more noticeable effects tend to be only short term: a brief spike of lust, a touch of obsession, an aphrodisiac, and a warning to be very far away from your temporary paramour the next morning, all in one convenient recipe. Essentially, a magical date rape drug.
I was half-tempted to mix up one of the life long love slave potions. It would be so much easier if...
Yeah, like I said, not going to tempt Murphy.
In the end, the one I decided on should do the trick. It's a subtle one, not precisely a love potion. If I've read everything right, what it should do is alter my image of an ideal lover to match whoever's hair I use to brew it. The recipe even has a warning that it doesn't induce love, just lust. It also warns that it smells pretty distinctive, but since I'm not planning on slipping it to someone else, that's not a problem.
Perfect.
Mixing it up proved to be a hell of a lot easier than deciding which one to use. I was just about finished, letting it simmer on the little electric hot plate in my room, when someone bursts through the door, axe in hand.
I blink. And stare.
"Xander?"