Originally posted September 6, 2008
((This was a lot of fun. Shiv and Becky kept their budding relationship under wraps for a long time. Becky was not quite yet eighteen and under Shiv's authority. This thread kicked off a guessing game among SG members about who was the object of Shiv's affections.))
This could be wrong in so many different ways.
Shiv chided herself. How bad could it be? She had never been to the cinema before. This was a new thing, an American thing. It was a proper date. Those were good things, right?
Gavin, Rachel, Mallory. Being a witch anywhere other than Paragon did not lend itself to relationships. Gavin had been her first love. She doubted herself then, doubted that she was ever special. Vampire grandparents and midnight tournaments seemed the norm. Going to see a movie (a "flick" to speak American) seemed much more alien than donning a costume and going off to re-fight Waterloo.
"Ooh Gavin," Shiv mumbled to herself. Could you really not compete with me on the tourney floor or did Warwick make you an offer you couldn't refuse? A fully functional witch mattered more to grandfather than a besmitten teenager.
Shiv thoughts turned to Rachel, so warm, so delightful to the touch. You were so alive lass, too alive for my undead family. The coven wouldn't keep me and I couldn't keep you. I miss you, lass.
Mallory. More in love with seanmhathair than me, I believe. Up and coming mage to vampire crony in the space of a death.
Macy? Better to not think about that. Let's put that one into touch for now.
Two lovers and two unrequited crushes in twenty-two years. Oh I'm really not good at this, Shiv thought.
But that kiss. How long had they been flirting? How many weeks? That first blushing brush of the lips, given in a graveyard. Perhaps they had gone there to put the past to rest.
The curse didn't help. Shiv stood out, a green Tinkerbell on the street in front of the movie theater. She tried for fifteen minutes to put a trench coat on. The thought fled her mind as soon as she had touched the fabric. Siobhan had asked Jacek to dress her. He had stood there as flummoxed as the young mage. Damn fairies. What had she told the class? Don't make deals for magic. She had forgotten to add "Di as ah say, nae as ah di."
And they were young. Siobhan furrowed her brow. A team member. "Macy will kill mae if ah dinnae git arrested first." Talking to myself. I'm going slightly mad.
Then a hand on her shoulder, gentle lips on her neck. "Ready for our date?" asks a voice. Siobhan melted.
This could be right in so many different ways.
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