Page 35 of Total Lunar Eclipse
I open up my senses and through my bond with Caed, I easily find Arawn.
I take in the effervescent world around me. Spheres of rainbow-hued light float around. The brightly colored orbs cast prisms of luminescence all around me. I know “magic” exists. . . but I feel like I have walked into a wonderland of enchanted make-believe. Everything looks and feels surreal. I twitch my nose Bewitched style and change into a gorgeous ball gown that Cinderella would envy.
Of course, it’s teal.
The light, chiffon material ruffles in the wind as I walk, and I use a beam of light to cut a slit up the left side of the dress.
Sexy.
But you know what would be sexier than that, Trust Tree Sisters?
Full-frontal nudity, you say?
Must I remind you about subtlety?
It’s the forgotten art of seduction.
I know, I know. I forget it, too, but we’re trying to turn over new leaves, remember?
So, I’m keeping the dress on.
For now.
In the meantime, I think adding another slit on the right side would be sexier. . .
That little beam of light is damn handy. It seems to work by intent and doesn’t burn me. (I tested this when I made a slit in my panties. . . WHAT?! Stop judging me! That’s still subtle. No panties would have been too obvious, right?)
I skip and dance around the floating balls of light, closer to where I feel Arawn. Two twirls later, I reach the top of the hill I had been climbing and oversee a valley below. My mouth opens in a soundless O of wonder. If you had a picture of it, for sure some jerk would draw a dick entering my mouth. I snigger at the thought, but I’m still in awe of the resplendent gleaming castle in front of me.
I never did see the Wicked Witch of the Universe’s Emerald Palace, but I bet it doesn’t compare to Nyam’s fortress of twinkling lights. It’s so pretty and almost blinding in the glare of the hovering radiant globes. Arawn is down there, waiting. I can make out a figure standing at the entrance. In all my graceful elegance, I run down the hill towards him, my hands held out in front of me. In my head, a timeless and dreamy tune from some jewelry commercial plays.
Of course, I manifest another concert and the soft instrumental melody echoes in the valley around me.
I sigh at how damn romantic it is.
And then trip over my flowing dress.
Down the hill I roll, a ball of pink skin, blond hair, and teal cloth.
After what seems like forever, I land in a sprawled heap at Arawn’s feet, my limbs twisted around my body grotesquely. I feel like a mummy, encased in my dress and hair, but it’s actually a good thing. The binding stops me from moving, which helps me tonotthrow-up everywhere.
Whelp, so much for seducing the God of Death and All Things Dark and Sexy.
I struggle for a moment and finally decide the damages done to the dress aren’t worth fucking with and simply wish it gone, subtlety be damned. A sigh of relief escapes my lips, as my right arm had been nearly pinned behind my head and my left leg bent at an odd angle, bound to my right thigh. Only I can defy all scientific logic and get myself into conundrums like this.
Well, since I’m naked, I decide to work it. I position myself in a sinuous stretch and grin coquettishly up at Arawn.
Arawn stares down blankly.
Like, literally, his eyes are blank, vacant pools of nothingness.
I realize that statement is redundant, but I’m emphasizing the creepiness of it. His eyes look like Vesta’s. Oh, and Ceres’, Pallas’, and Juno’s eyes.
“Arawn?” I ask.
“Zahra?” he questions me in the same sexy Irish accent that makes my toes curl. “What happened? How did you get here?”
“It’s a long story. And I. . . uh, rolled down the hill.”
