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With a wadded up hand towel, Rhiannon wiped fog from the mirror in Cian’s bathroom and looked at herself. Her hair was wet from the shower, and there were raccoon circles under her eyes, remnants of yesterday’s makeup. She spun some toilet paper from the roll and used it to wipe away the mascara. As she tipped her face left and right, she saw the mark that Cian’s mouth left on her neck; it was somewhere between a bite and a bruise, but it was faint and wouldn’t last the day. There was a comb near the sink. She parted her hair and brushed the tangles out of the lengths.

It was after noon. Early in the morning, Cian had left the cabin to take a boat of passengers on a day cruise. Rhiannon just rolled over and went back to sleep, tucked safely in covers that smelled like the two of them and their lovemaking. When she woke up again, she was surprised to have been out so long, and she sat on the edge of the bed feeling disoriented by heavy slumber and a bad dream she couldn’t quite remember.

Rhiannon pulled on her sweater, jeans, and boots and rummaged through Cian’s cabinets until she found what she needed to brew a pot of coffee. She took a mug of it onto the front steps and sat down, blowing across the steaming surface.

Re: The World is Tiny

on 2013-10-30 01:46 am (UTC)
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That brought him back from the edge of the dark world that had lurched up from long distant, and suppressed memories. Tamping it all back down into the recesses of his mind again he slowly smiled. Both at the idea of her doing that, and the thought of someone trying to cage him.

"Nice t' know," he said smiling. "Not real fond of 'em. Cages tha' is." He sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment, then looking down at her. "This Duncan, what did he do?"

Re: The World is Tiny

on 2013-10-30 02:41 am (UTC)
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Posted by [personal profile] cian_oneill
The misuse of magic was akin to the misuse of any type of weapon, or power and was not something Cian took well.

"'nd this Duncan? He's still one of these Watchers?" he asked, his voice quiet, like the calm before a storm. "'nd this Julianna didn't even bother to ask abou' this?"

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