Spark in Darkness 82 - Drama in the Air
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sparkindarknessSometimes I think they just have these episodes to drag things out more *thwaps drama queens*
But, yes, I am updating. I'm starting to post my reams, but I'm going to stagger it a little so I can have semi-regular posts rather than posting then waiting a month.
of course, that requires the head people to co-operate. Which they NEVER do.
I have 83 as well, but their needs to be a past flashback thing to Kyernath first. And the faerie boys are demanding attention but I don't want to mix fic all over the place
Darren had mellowed a little. I think. especially after we both managed to sleep. It’s funny, I’ve never been able to sleep on a plane before - Camaalis magic? Or is this just the first plane with a bed I’ve been on?
He wasn’t happy but he didn’t look like he was plotting everyone’s death any more. Actually I think he was freaking a little, but I think I’d be freaking if I was him as well. What’s better? Super powered psychopath who’s a bit jumpy and skitterish or super powered psychopath who is building up into a huge rage?
I reached out and pulled him close. The feel of his bare skin next to mine was as hot as ever - how can anyone have skin that was so smooth? Freaky Camaalis genetics or is he a secret Oil of Olay junky? I was going to ask him but then he did that yummy snuggly thing. Not the sexy snuggly thing (though that is pretty fucking yummy as well). Just that little movement he does when he wants to get close to me. I pulled him still closer, getting his little complaining noise. I ignored it (as always. If Darren won the lottery? He would still bitch like fuck about it.) and just held him hard enough that he couldn’t get away. He rested his head on my shoulder and his muscles began to unknot a little - they were like wood now, not steel. Still, an improvement, right?
We just lay there together, entangled. I even risked life and limb and stroked his hair (hey, he has killed people for touching his hair before.) I’ve never been able to do this with a boyfriend before. I usually got seriously fucking bored after about 10 minutes and started groping them for some action (which is always fun). But just laying here like this with Darren? It’s nice, real nice. I can just happily hold him for hours...
Then the world ended.
In Rick’s arms I almost felt safe. It was a lie of course., I had ran from England years ago because I knew I couldn’t face my family there, because I knew that they would kill me and nothing I could do - not all my Sorcery, not all the dead I could call with my Necromancy and not all the daemons I could summon with my Infernalism could possibly even delay my destruction. Now I was going back into the lion’s den?
I tried to find some sense in my snarled thoughts. Why was I going back to England? Because Camaalis needed me? Why was that my problem? And how far could I trust the word of a Seer - especially one as young as Liam - to protect me? Why was I going home? Why was I going back to my lethal family?
Was that it? Home? Family?
I was still trying to grasp the concept when Rick’s arms tightened painfully around me. I frowned and tried to pull away - always useless, Rick is far stronger than I am - but his grip just tightens even more - the grip of his hands became almost bruising.
“Rick?” It came out as a gasp, he was squeezing me so hard that I couldn’t get a full breath. I struggled more desperately now and managed to raise my head enough to look at his face. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly. His eyes were wide and unfocused - whatever he was seeing wasn’t this reality and whatever it was terrified him. He gasped, a strange, strangled noise, like he was trying to scream but couldn’t quite draw breath. I could sympathise, Rick spent several hours a week lifting weights to make his body look sculpted and perfect. I always appreciated the firm feel of his muscles under my hands and against my body, but I had never truly appreciated how strong Rick was.
I tried to cry out but couldn’t get enough breath into my lungs. Rick’s eyes were totally lost to panic and his muscles felt like stone - his muscles were so tight I could see them cramping, holding me in place and squeezing ever tighter.
My magic was suddenly there, a cold burning inside of me. My Sorcery was called by his fear and terror and the possibility of destruction all coming to the surface. Every instinct demanded that I lash out with my power, that I free myself, that I revel in the terror that was so close to me. I ruthlessly suppressed it, reminding myself that it was Rick I faced. My power knew at least a dozen ways to kill him and several dozen more ways to severely injure him. Unacceptable. My Sorcery pulled back, gave me a few moments to think - and for more insidious powers to raise themselves.
Ahrimadan jumped up onto the bed and grinned at me as I called a new power to me. From across the veil that separates worlds new power flowed into me. The power of Infernalism, the power of the Realm of Daemons, the power that gave them the strength and power to haunt our nightmares. Daemons flocked to my connection, trying to come across to me or reach out to me. My Sorcery surged upwards at the new risk and I pushed it across the veil to crack it like a whip. I felt more than heard Ahrimadan’s hiss to accompany my power to drive the daemons off. I didn’t need a daemon, just the power of the realm.
My breath came in in a huge gasp as I filled my lungs. I slowly pulled my arms free, being careful not to hurt Rick - I felt the cramps knot tighter but it was like moving a child’s arms. I gently disentangled myself from him and backed off slowly, holding the magic down carefully. As soon as I was clear of Rick he curled up into a foetal position and hid his face from me. I watched him carefully, waiting for him to react. He just sat their, rocking gently and making that terrible choking sound.
But, yes, I am updating. I'm starting to post my reams, but I'm going to stagger it a little so I can have semi-regular posts rather than posting then waiting a month.
of course, that requires the head people to co-operate. Which they NEVER do.
I have 83 as well, but their needs to be a past flashback thing to Kyernath first. And the faerie boys are demanding attention but I don't want to mix fic all over the place
Darren had mellowed a little. I think. especially after we both managed to sleep. It’s funny, I’ve never been able to sleep on a plane before - Camaalis magic? Or is this just the first plane with a bed I’ve been on?
He wasn’t happy but he didn’t look like he was plotting everyone’s death any more. Actually I think he was freaking a little, but I think I’d be freaking if I was him as well. What’s better? Super powered psychopath who’s a bit jumpy and skitterish or super powered psychopath who is building up into a huge rage?
I reached out and pulled him close. The feel of his bare skin next to mine was as hot as ever - how can anyone have skin that was so smooth? Freaky Camaalis genetics or is he a secret Oil of Olay junky? I was going to ask him but then he did that yummy snuggly thing. Not the sexy snuggly thing (though that is pretty fucking yummy as well). Just that little movement he does when he wants to get close to me. I pulled him still closer, getting his little complaining noise. I ignored it (as always. If Darren won the lottery? He would still bitch like fuck about it.) and just held him hard enough that he couldn’t get away. He rested his head on my shoulder and his muscles began to unknot a little - they were like wood now, not steel. Still, an improvement, right?
We just lay there together, entangled. I even risked life and limb and stroked his hair (hey, he has killed people for touching his hair before.) I’ve never been able to do this with a boyfriend before. I usually got seriously fucking bored after about 10 minutes and started groping them for some action (which is always fun). But just laying here like this with Darren? It’s nice, real nice. I can just happily hold him for hours...
Then the world ended.
In Rick’s arms I almost felt safe. It was a lie of course., I had ran from England years ago because I knew I couldn’t face my family there, because I knew that they would kill me and nothing I could do - not all my Sorcery, not all the dead I could call with my Necromancy and not all the daemons I could summon with my Infernalism could possibly even delay my destruction. Now I was going back into the lion’s den?
I tried to find some sense in my snarled thoughts. Why was I going back to England? Because Camaalis needed me? Why was that my problem? And how far could I trust the word of a Seer - especially one as young as Liam - to protect me? Why was I going home? Why was I going back to my lethal family?
Was that it? Home? Family?
I was still trying to grasp the concept when Rick’s arms tightened painfully around me. I frowned and tried to pull away - always useless, Rick is far stronger than I am - but his grip just tightens even more - the grip of his hands became almost bruising.
“Rick?” It came out as a gasp, he was squeezing me so hard that I couldn’t get a full breath. I struggled more desperately now and managed to raise my head enough to look at his face. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly. His eyes were wide and unfocused - whatever he was seeing wasn’t this reality and whatever it was terrified him. He gasped, a strange, strangled noise, like he was trying to scream but couldn’t quite draw breath. I could sympathise, Rick spent several hours a week lifting weights to make his body look sculpted and perfect. I always appreciated the firm feel of his muscles under my hands and against my body, but I had never truly appreciated how strong Rick was.
I tried to cry out but couldn’t get enough breath into my lungs. Rick’s eyes were totally lost to panic and his muscles felt like stone - his muscles were so tight I could see them cramping, holding me in place and squeezing ever tighter.
My magic was suddenly there, a cold burning inside of me. My Sorcery was called by his fear and terror and the possibility of destruction all coming to the surface. Every instinct demanded that I lash out with my power, that I free myself, that I revel in the terror that was so close to me. I ruthlessly suppressed it, reminding myself that it was Rick I faced. My power knew at least a dozen ways to kill him and several dozen more ways to severely injure him. Unacceptable. My Sorcery pulled back, gave me a few moments to think - and for more insidious powers to raise themselves.
Ahrimadan jumped up onto the bed and grinned at me as I called a new power to me. From across the veil that separates worlds new power flowed into me. The power of Infernalism, the power of the Realm of Daemons, the power that gave them the strength and power to haunt our nightmares. Daemons flocked to my connection, trying to come across to me or reach out to me. My Sorcery surged upwards at the new risk and I pushed it across the veil to crack it like a whip. I felt more than heard Ahrimadan’s hiss to accompany my power to drive the daemons off. I didn’t need a daemon, just the power of the realm.
My breath came in in a huge gasp as I filled my lungs. I slowly pulled my arms free, being careful not to hurt Rick - I felt the cramps knot tighter but it was like moving a child’s arms. I gently disentangled myself from him and backed off slowly, holding the magic down carefully. As soon as I was clear of Rick he curled up into a foetal position and hid his face from me. I watched him carefully, waiting for him to react. He just sat their, rocking gently and making that terrible choking sound.
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Date: 2006-12-05 07:34 pm (UTC)More Spark fic. Must have more.
The feline Mafia demands it.
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