"I wanna give into your dark temptation... I wanna touch you like nobody does!" (x)
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Chapter 43 - "Nymphomania"
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I did not mind her kisses… but I had not arrived tonight for kisses alone. Blonda, luv… Let me show you, undeniably, exactly where I stand with you. All the words I’d written in my unsent letters, and all the ones I still planned to write…
Blonda chuckled into the curve of my shoulder. “Calm down, Fionn mac Cumhaill… I’m not going anywhere.”
“As you say,” I murmured back, and when she blanketed me with steady arms, pulsing warmth, I could not help but believe her.
In which Anti-Cosmo indulges in pleasure most fleeting, for Rhoswen foretold the way this story goes (Autumn of the Flaming Clouds).
OR, the one where Blonda finds out her magazines lied.
(First 1,200 words under the cut)
Nymphomania
I could scarcely believe the words that left my lips. I think some part of me applauded, for when had such bravery alighted in my soul? Had I simply grown up? Had this strength lain within me all this time? I felt the breath of Dayfry on my ear, whispering ancient secrets of sacred love, and Saturn’s steady hands upon my shoulders as he offered me enough nerves to remain upright. Sunnie’s blessing washed across me next, for I could not be more focused if I tried.
“‘Dinner,’” Blonda repeated. She gawked back at me as though I’d transformed into a dragon then and there. In fact, consider that metaphor an accurate one: she trembled just a bit while fingers ran across her platinum hair. Paint the scene as though she turned a museum corner and found a dragon sleeping just a breath away. “You… want to take me out?”
‘In public’ were the words she did not say, yet they took form on the cusp of her brain. She shaped them the way I shaped my fanatic affection. I frowned, quite uncertain of where to meet her dropped-off words. Nonetheless, I cupped them where I could. I kept hold upon her hand, freshly kissed, and drew myself so close to her, I tasted the beat of her core through soft skin. “Well… Yes. Is that such a difficult thing to believe? We have discussed it.” ‘In private,’ I did not remind her. “Were you not the one who invited me ‘on the town’ after we met for lemonade?”
“‘Dinner,’” she said again, looking at me in question. Colour prickled at her cheeks, betraying her in a way that likewise stirred satisfaction in my deepest self. Inside me, some ancient puzzle slid a new piece into place as though guided by the hand of fate.
You only have one shot at this. Why deny yourself? “Yes, that’s what I said. Clean out your ears, woman.” Did my own finger shake? I reached forward nonetheless, aiming to capture her chin, and in doing so, I also caught her eye. I tipped her face just so, and when our gazes linked…
… Well. I simply lost my train of thought. It plunged off the cloudcliffs, hurtling to Earth far below, and must have shattered over rocks or been lost among the sea. In the milk-pink softness of her eyes, I drank the taste of desperation and lapped at the nectar of wanting what could never be. Her gaze absorbed my very essence. All of me, when Blonda dipped her eyes to my feet and slowly drew them up again. Her fingertips hovered against my wrist. She touched gently, like a flower petal, as if unsure whether to push me aside or allow my lingering. We floated above the walking path that separated small student residence buildings from the open woods, and all manner of eyes might peer down at us from the windows or the trees. Yet I could not find it within myself to drop her cheek, nor back away. Had she charmed me with the pheromones that wreathed the air between us? (What little space there remained between us, anyway). Can Fairies do that? Might I be more susceptible than most?
Soft fingers slipped past my waist. They cupped below my wings - far below, in my sitting place - and Blonda touched my crumpled, hidden tail for the very first time. Spittle chilled my mouth. Perhaps she owned my yoo-doo doll. I could not tear my eyes from hers.
“Anti-Cosmo,” she murmured, softly as a snowflake. I sucked in air. Every pin and needle Venus Eros had sewn Cosmo’s doll up with jabbed beneath my skin. Prickles raced themselves up my neck. My wings jerked forward. I think most of my body did, for I fell upon her and she fell upon me; we clung against one another for support while bracing the other up. I stirred against her, and some small part of me awoke.
She called me by my public name. Less intimate than any whisper on Mona’s lips. Why was it, then, that some force compelled me ever closer? To brush my hands against her; reel her tightly in? As I wrapped my hands behind her back, I pressed my nose to her neck and inhaled the cherry scent of pheromones straight beneath my skin. The nutty undertone balanced on my tongue.
Do you really want me, Blonda dear? Oh, how I wished to cry that thought from the rooftops beside us! My wrists shook- My breath crispened like apple pie in a gust of wind. Would I offer myself if she spilled confession that she did? I stirred my tongue, even when Blonda tightened her grip upon my buttock with a squeeze. “We… We’ve dined together before- Perhaps not as a couple, but as ourselves. I daresay it would be appropriate, yes, for us to meet briefly for, um… decompression, and all matter of- of opportune things. You’re very pretty, darling, and your mind delectable.”
I could hear her core pulse very quick then, spinning magic through her lines. Blonda rested her palm behind my head, caging me there against her neck. Her other pressed all the tighter at my rear. Her wings stuttered; it could not be denied. “Do you mean that like a Fairy?” Blonda murmured directly in my ear. It twitched of its own accord. I did not think she could pinch any tighter, and nearly yelped when her nails dug in the soft places my scales ran thin. Her searching eyes combed my face, and she held me there like a dragonfly hoisted in a stained glass lantern. I certainly felt the stains budding in my soul as my thoughts wandered about in all the places they were never meant to go. Blonda tilted her head by a thin degree. Her pale neck, exposed against the air, both wet my mouth and dried it with a longing pant. I think I nearly whined. Unperturbed, she said, “Or does ‘Pretty’ mean something different on your side of the border?”
“Well, this ‘side of the border’ has become my home, in some regard.” I fixed my claws in Blonda’s shirt. She did not deny me when I reeled her lips all the closer up to mine. I twisted them, smiling just a hint, and chuckled at the way she squirmed against my hand. “I’ve lived a long life in Fairy World, my dear. Sometimes I wonder if there’s nothing left of Fairies for me to learn. You’ll prove me wrong, I hope?”
Blonda’s eyes clicked shut, audible with tears. Fairy dust glittered on her cheeks. When she blinked, I expected wetness, but it seemed she’d swallowed most of it away. “And when did you grow such an alluring tongue?”
“When I knew I couldn’t risk my shot at you.” And I laughed a mite louder this time, loosening my grip upon her shirt. Blonda hovered as though conflicted, and while I knew she could poof away if she truly did not desire my advances, it did me no harm to back off a bit. Perhaps I came on strong enough to worry her. “Wanda is in hospital. I daresay that woke me up to the dangers of our campus life. I’ll return to Boudacia soon enough, and then I’m with my godkid until he requires my service no longer. After that, well…”
“… You and Anti-Saffron will be married.”
I twitched my lips in the slightest smile. “Guilty as charged.”
"So rabbit, please stop looking the other way... It's cold out there, so why not stay here under my tail?" (x)
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Frayed Knots - Chapter 44
"Rabbit's Howl"
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Of course, I did not fault Blonda for pursuing her dreams of performing on a stage. Still… I knew many godparent pairs who worked well together without entering a romantic relationship. For smoke’s sake, I counted myself and Wanda as one of them. The Agency might not have bat an eye if Blonda and I were both licensed and living as a pair on whichever planet they assigned us. And then we’d have been so far away, dodging public eye, we could more openly be ourselves.
We could flirt together. On the job. I pulled my mouth back, trying not to think too hard about the rather… noticeable way my wings had chosen to display themselves beside me. “Um, Blonda. I’ve had a thought-”
“You don’t need that,” she said, and her mouth found me again.
What?
In which Anti-Cosmo comes face to face with Rhoswen syndrome: the first of two such experiences.
(First 775 words under the cut)
Rabbit's Howl
When I rode the Head Pixie’s cloudship, wind ruffling my hair as fiercely as a winter storm, he asked me why I attended a Fairy high school. I could not fault his curiosity. Proper Anti-Fairy schooling is entirely different: an intricate system of self-guided study, personal projects, traveling the cloudlands, and well-researched presentations. Strictly speaking, I would have been a shoo-in. Believing my future lay at the Anti-Fairy Academy, I’d read books, taken notes, and even outlined papers on the nature spirits before I turned half a decade old. By nine, I considered myself at least marginally informed about my own anatomy and the basics of reproduction. I could have taught a lecture hall. Anti-Elina had wanted me to once or twice, despite the dissenting voices of my mother and the High Count.
Evidently, the Head Pixie knew his way around a share-hall campus. He mentioned off-hand that he’d attended a few on business and one on early education. Said some begrudging thing about admiring our style of citation that quirked my mouth up at one end. Maybe you know the way he leaned against the rail: his chin on one hand, avoiding my eyes the moment pride in his own culture fractured in the face of careful Anti-Fairy academia. I think I proved myself attentive, even if I would have preferred leaning so far over the cloudship’s edge, we had to put that elastic cord he’d tied to me to unexpected test.
“I want to give you some advice,” he told me way back then (not so long ago). Even in the whipping wind, my ears pivoted to catch his every word. I even tore my eyes from the blues and greens and browns of the planet far below us. I’d seen Earth in paintings, of course, but even then, I had not realised it would be so green. It didn’t look half so pretty in the old textbooks of my youth.
“I’ll gladly take it, sir.”
The old chap motioned me away from the rail. He sat me down at a table and two chairs that had been sculpted directly from the wood, which I politely floated above and did not lay my seat upon. With hands folded in front of him, the sky shrieking as our ship flew on, he looked me in the eye and had this simple thing to say: that when a rabbit cries out in pain, the fox is first to come running to its side.
“What?” I asked, unsure I had heard him right at first. He was not a man who often spoke in metaphor. At least, not when I had crossed his path before.
“Reason through it. It’s straightforward; you’re not some Fairywood chump.”
All right. “‘When the rabbit cries out,’” I repeated, “‘it’s the fox who first replies.’” Yes, I suppose I shouldn’t have startled when he dropped those words upon me. “True artistry and painfully sensible. You imply Fairy World does not look kindly upon a Hy-Brasilian such as I.” I did know that. I did not think that he did not know I knew that. Pretty words, but hardly new information.
He made a Speak further motion with the very tips of his fingers. The movement may be slight, but to him (I think), it must have felt as though he painted a target on his head and ran across a saucerbee field. Sometimes I think he would have rather lived and died a mere concept than a person. He said nothing; his pale eye did not so much as twitch. I considered a few wingbeats more.
“The rabbit which survives with twisted leg is the rabbit that silenced its own tongue.”
“The answer I had in mind was ‘flicked off back to its own kind,’ but yes. Accurate. To be clear, you’re getting a decent letter of rec out of me. Dust- If I had the gaskets at your age to ask a multiregional business owner to vouch for me on the blitzing godparent track, I’d be living quite a different life. There’s good magic in godparenting.” Vague gesture. “Helps get it up.”
I concurred. He stood then, bidding me space even though I think he meant to bid good riddance. He went to speak to the captain of the cloudship, and I spent the rest of our flight pressed up against the rail. Still, even when we landed, I turned those words like a feather in my hand. When the rabbit cries, the fox is first to answer.
I threaded that cryptically straightforward statement across my teeth and kept it at my breast. It did not help me anyhow.
Discussing Blonda in DMs and giggled a bit too much when I sent this. Go girl, give us nothing!!!
We don't talk enough about how Blonda is literally the only person in her entire city to have zero Zappy awards, including casual staff members and construction workers, and also how Jorgen thought she was capable of laying down the law and then she turned out to be a nervous wreck who wouldn't even speak up while on fire.
