Deep, burning pangs spread through her, waves of pain that flowed and receded before reaching her fingers and toes. Shit. Lorin refused to break into tears. God, make it stop.
Isador crawled towards her, his brow creased and lips sinking into a frown.
Aedus stepped in front of him. “I said not to interfere.”
Please fade. Lorin curled on her side, panting. If she figured out how to damn Isador back to Hell, she’d send the faerie with him. The pain withdrew further as the seconds disintegrated. Breathe. She gulped streams of cold air.
“Oh, good girl.” Aedus leaned over her. “Fain screamed the first time I did that to him.”
His name wasn’t what she needed to hear, as though it didn’t matter their lives had been torn asunder.
Aedus crouched closer. She gathered her strength and kicked him in the shin. He gave a startled blink, and then a smile spread across his face. He grabbed for her. She jerked backwards, scooting across the stones. The grit of scattered dirt scratched her palms.
“You want to fight?” He caught her around the ankle and pulled. His fingers stung like shards of glass ripping through skin.
She groaned low in her throat. With one foot uncaptured, she twisted and kicked him in the thigh. His grin widened. No wincing, no intake of breath — no sign her attempts to deter him worked. Indestructible freak of nature.
Aedus planted his hands beside her waist, looming over her. She struggled to balance and slapped him across the face, hard enough to make her palm ache. She watched him and saw nothing. Nothing.
“You think that hurts me?”
And then Lorin remembered Fain’s words in the forest, their meaning returning to her in horrified realization.
A true faerie can’t feel pain.
By Alicia
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As I can find nothing to fix here, I have to say that the conflict is strong.
I absolutely love this story.
Of course, you had many conflicting scenes you could’ve chosen from, but this is one of my favorites.
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By Sarah on 03.31.09 10:59 am | Permalink
This is one of your favorites? I didn’t know. I’m glad I picked it then! I couldn’t decide whether to choose a scene with outright conflict, like this one, or one with more subtle tension. Took me a while to decide.
Thanks for the wonderful compliments, Sarah!
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By Alicia on 03.31.09 3:22 pm | Permalink
Well, I like it. Very descriptive.
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By Liz on 03.31.09 6:48 pm | Permalink
I enjoyed this a lot. Lots of tension and I love where she kicks him in the shin. It makes me want to read the whole story!
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By Joyce on 03.31.09 7:34 pm | Permalink
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