“Perhaps it’s the pain killers obscuring my memory, but I think you seemed a bit flustered while I was in the hospital.” And he wanted to make that happen again if he could, though he knew it would certain prove challenging.
“I was irritated because your dumb werewolf ass almost died,” she countered, crossing her arms and giving him a hard look. If he wanted a challenge, she was more than happy to give him one.
Okay, so, my version of doing NaNoWriMo is to try to do a cubic fuck ton of drabbles in the span of the month. Just sort of a heads up that some of them are going to be weird as shit because my sister sends most of the prompts for it.
“Are you really willing to let magic influence your own opinions like that? It seems… unwise at best.” Of course, he influenced the opinions of others professionally, so who was he to talk?
Calla opened her mouth to speak before frowning down at the tendrils of magic wrapped around her calves. “They’re helping me with something,” she finally confessed, swatting a hand absently at the magic when it began to constrict. Of course, the words brought up a swell of emotion, pain clear in her eyes when she finally glanced back up at him. Learning that her birth mother had died so shortly after her birth had hurt.
I really need to get her up and running
Starter Call for any of the witches or demons
Character::Robert and Adilynn.
Fair warning, Robert is a fucking creep and very manipulative.
His body was pressed against hers from behind, his hands cupping hers. Adilynn couldn’t help but tremble a little, nervous and anxious between what he was asking and the sheer proximity.
“Focus,” Robert murmured, his breath hot on her neck as he guided her hands to encase the small seed.
The girl didn’t answer, not vocally, as she closed her eyes and tried to do as he said. She had been doing this with smaller plants for months now, the nosebleeds and headaches had stopped, and now he wanted to push her limits again.
“I’m just trying to help you grow.”
The words of the guy she had met at the shop came back to her, about how most witches draw energy from around them and not from within the way Robbie made her do. He said it was less tasking, but she wasn’t sure what to believe.
She let out a long and shaky breath, pulling energy from her core and feeding it into the maple seed.
When the roots began to sprout, Robert moved her hands again, forcing her to pick up the seed, his lips mapping the side of her neck as he felt her power continue to mount.
A small green stalk began to break free from the hard shell, the roots tangling around both of their hands and crawling along their wrists. Still, Adi didn’t open her eyes. It was hard to ignore his lips on her skin, but she knew he always got a little excited when he was getting her to push past her limits.
It wasn’t long before her head began to ache. It was short bursts at first before growing into something sharper and she could taste copper in her mouth.
With a pained whimper, her hands sagged, the power beginning to recede, the sapling still encased in her palms. Robert was the only thing keeping her upright.
When she stopped, Robert was gentle to move the sapling, keeping from damaging the roots. He would give her a little recovery time before making her continue with the tree.
For now, however, he was turning her in his arms and pressing her against the table, his lips pressed hard to her. It didn’t matter to him that the spell had left her weak and exhausted, he delighted in having her like this.
The taste of blood on her lips only made it that much better for him.
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