I’m so sore after yesterday! It was worth it though 🙂
I do apologize for those who follow and how I often switch from one set of characters to another – this is why I’ve never sat down and wrote a book yet, it’s because I can’t focus on one thing all the way through and I’ll be writing and bam! new idea will pop in. Speaking of which, two more unnamed folks tonight… a Witch and the Gunslinger.
The air was thick with the smell of rain. She stood before her altar, her eyes closed as she reached forward with her mind. The athame in her right hand trembled, the sound of thunder echoing in the distance. Her eyes flew open and she turned around, eyeing the man who had attempted to sneak up behind her.
“You don’t want to do this.” She murmured.
He snorted. “You didn’t tell me you were a Witch. We don’t abide by your kind.” The man who stood before her moved his jacket slightly, showing the gun in its holster.
The witch sighed. “How am I any different from what I was like yesterday?” She asked, slowly lowering the ceremonial dagger that she had been using on her rites. “Don’t move closer. You’ll break my circle.”
The gunslinger looked down on the ground and noticed the circle that was roughly drawn in on the ground. “That won’t keep Justice out.” He spat.
“No, it won’t. It keeps the other things out.” She smiled slightly and turned her back to him again, ignoring the itch between her shoulder blades. She was counting on the attraction that the Gunslinger had towards her. “I told you, I’m not your enemy.” She murmured, leaning down and lighting a candle.
“You’re evil.” He stated in a flat, matter of fact voice.
“Good and Evil are abstract concepts. It’s all in the intent.” She turned back towards him from her altar. “You know how I am. I wouldn’t hurt a fly.”
“How do I know that wasn’t just a spell you cast on me to make yourself appear harmless?” His eyes narrowed and she laughed.
“That’s not even possible!” She shook her head, a smile gracing her features. She moved towards the edge of her casting circle, staring up into his face from across the line. “You don’t really want to do this.” She murmured. The rain had started to fall now, and her tongue flicked out and over her lips, licking off the rain.
“I have to, it’s my job.” He stated. His eyes dropped down to her lips and unconsciously, he mimicked her, licking his own lips.
“If I cross that line, your world is going to change…” She murmured. “Do you really want to throw this away?” Lightning flashed as she spoke, illuminating her red hair and green eyes as they stood facing one another. His eyes closed and he inhaled.
“You’re a beast.”
“I’m a woman, not a beast. And we were almost lovers.” She stated matter of fact. “Just because I play with Magick doesn’t mean that I’m any different.”
He opened his eyes and stared at the Witch… his Witch… and she could see the indecision in his eyes. His foot began to slide forward and she shook her head.
“No. I’ll open a doorway.” She moved back to her altar and grabbed the athame. “Watch.” She moved to the circle and cut upwards, using the knife to split the air between them. She chanted softly while doing this, before returning the knife to her altar. She scuffed her foot over the area she had opened up. “There. Now you can come in and either arrest me… or kiss me.” She smiled slightly at him.
“Damn you woman.” He murmured before crossing the circle’s threshold and gathering her to him. He pressed her lips against hers forcefully, his tongue demanding entry. She opened underneath him, accepting his kiss fully. They remained entwined for several minutes before she broke away from him.
“You’ll like playing with magick…” she murmured, before kissing him again.