Wive's Tale - Part 1
I’m dreaming, I think. It's awfully realistic to be a dream. I'm sitting around a table, adorned in the finest of silken tablecloths. On the table lays
My world… right. I
She says as she brings an old-fashioned teacup to her lips. She is remarkably graceful in both movement and posture. For the first time, she opens her eyes and they shine a deep gold. She places them on
I'm in a daze, completely and wholly filled with and trapped by this woman. I can't make out what she says, and so she repeats herself, with an edge in her voice. My head jerks to the side marginally as if physically pulled on. I stare into her eyes and nearly lose myself. All I want is to fall into them; to give in to the dominance they exude. I want to become one with them and lean forward across the table. With her golden eyes transfixed on the space behind me, she lowers her cup.
I'm leaning further over the table now, near laying on it. This woman, with solid black hair that rolls in waves down her back, makes a small clatter as her cup meets with a small plate. The sound is like a gun firing and shakes me at my core. I come to my senses and jerk back with such force that I nearly tip my chair backward.
I'm finding the ceiling fascinating
I tilt my head to the side and I'm greeted by more darkness and ask, “And the sides?” The woman tilts her head to the side, some of her hair sliding over her shoulder in all of its Onyx glory.
She adjusts her eyes to the center of the table as if lost in thought for a moment. She amends, “Or as we sit
She slides her finger around the rim of her teacup. “You just made all of that up, didn't you?” I say as my head slides back down and I
I'm nearly blown away by such pressure. This isn't like earlier. There isn't an inviting pull but a dismissing push. She's glaring at me with full-on anger and sadness.
She adjusts her look to her cup and I physically feel the pressure
“Raven what are you doing?!”
I shout through gritted teeth. Before the world
I awake screaming at the top of my lungs. The pain is mortifying and insufferable. Every part of me is on fire and I feel cold on the inside. I
Amongst other medical and what could only
Once everything has calmed down and my breathing has returned to normal, do I finally feel my mind clearing. I can loosely make out
I recognize the yellow hair through the crowd of rushing people and I crack out in a loose voice, “Nina…”
Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the crowd divides. At the end of it lies Nina with some kind of bundle of documents in her arms. She gives a weak smile that betrays her exhaustion and starts her way towards me. I feel profound guilt as she makes her way here as I'm the likely cause of her
When I awake
“Rei,” I mutter to myself. She’s still here, inside me. I can feel the low hum of a whisper inside the back of my mind. But when I call, there’s no answer;
I wiggle my toes, at least I'm not paralyzed this time. That's a silver lining. My fingers also seem to move.
I look further to my right than I had
She takes small steps to me and stops before my bed. I look her up and down, and the first thing I notice is her lithe form, more for mobility and speed than power.
My eyes travel up the rest of her and I see a
“Oh, no. I didn't mean to make you embarrassed. I promise I wasn't being a creep. I was only checking you out… no! Wait-” This girl’s face is nearly on fire.
If I could say for just a moment
“Um! No! I just mean your
My breath catches at her calling me
Her pretty face turns sour, as if she were expecting another reason. I can't imagine what else she wanted me to say
“Astute, my Lord.”
“Listen,” I continue, “I didn't mean to upset you. And now I've made you mad. I'm sorry Mimi.” She takes a half step back, possibly from my casual comment. “I'm sorry,” I
I suddenly feel a cool hand sliding through my hair, comfortingly. For just a
Truth
I pull on my red hair and twist it around my fingers. My stomach is in knots and I don't even know why. I extend my other hand and hold it out in front of me for a handshake. During all of this embarrassing interaction, I've
If I'm being honest, even holding my hand out like this is exhausting me. I wish she'd just shake already dang it. Mimi studies my hand for a moment before placing her hand in mine. As I go to shake, she flips my hand over, brings my hand up some as she lowers herself down. Before I have any chance to correct her misunderstanding, her lips connect with the back of my hand and it is like a mix of fire and lightning attacks my system. The sensation is so strong that I can't even pull away. Instead, it's as if my hand and her lips have melted into one.
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