Monday, October 5, 2009
Impetus
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Warwriter Widow
Dysio opened the door and just missed getting brained by a flying glass flask. It flew past him to the hallway beyond and shattered on the plaster wall, oozing bright blue liquid along it.
“Fuck!”
Dysio raised an eyebrow and entered the room. The usually impeccable magic workshop looked like the Legacy Chain had gone through it. Bottles, jars, books were everywhere, scattered along the floor. Papers fell from assorted nooks, and in the center of it all was his lover, Grimaulkin, tearing things apart.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s gone, it’s fucking GONE!” He threw a book to the floor and glared at Dysio. “Grimalkin’s atheme!”
Grimalkin was Grim’s demoness, who he had tricked into binding into a crystal dagger before they moved to the Isles. Dysio grabbed a chair, tipped it over knocking off the books that had landed there, and flipped the chair around, straddling it. “When did you last see it?”
“I remember packing it, it was the first thing I packed to bring here.”
“Are you sure?”
Grim whirled on Dysio. “What do you think I am, stupid?”
“No, of course not.” Damn, he’s sexy when he’s pissed. “You haven’t touched it since?”
“I know better. I bound her to it, it doesn’t mean she can’t use me as a conduit.” Grim was very aware of touching things with others’ “essences”. He could sense an essence in an object and use it in spells to control others. Sometimes, the essence was so strong that he couldn’t control it, as in the case of Grimmy. That, he knew, to leave alone.
Grim sat hard on the floor amid the debris. “What if somebody’s got it? What if they can set her free?”
“They can’t set her free, only you can. Only you know the spell.”
He looked up at Dysio. “We both know the spell. You taught me.”
Dysio’s gaze turned into a “duh” look. “Grim, you know I love you.”
“I’m not saying that! I’m just saying, if somebody…captures you, and tortures you…”
He chuckled. “I’m too tough to torture.” He got down from the chair and joined Grim on the floor. “Besides, you’ll protect me, won’t you?”
Grim looked at the hulking Dysio. “It’s the other way around, isn’t it?”
Dysio caressed Grim’s cheek. “I’m a weak incubus. I still need protection.”
“And constant sex,” Grim said, taking Dysio’s hand. “It’s a good thing we’re going to Paragon. So much repression there.”
“Maybe your dagger’s there.”
“But I packed it. I know I did.”
“And you remember stowing it on the boat in Striga? Do you remember that particular package?”
“Well, no, not that particular one…”
“It might be still in Striga.”
“It’s gone if it is.”
“The Warriors might have found it.”
Grim brightened. “And knowing them, they fenced it.”
“Which means it could be anywhere in Talos.”
“Or Paragon.” He gazed at Dysio. “Anywhere in Paragon.”
“And you can find it. You can sense her essence.”
“I don’t know if I’m that good,” Grim said.
“I’ll make you that good,” Dysio replied, and kissed him.
“Fuck!”
Dysio raised an eyebrow and entered the room. The usually impeccable magic workshop looked like the Legacy Chain had gone through it. Bottles, jars, books were everywhere, scattered along the floor. Papers fell from assorted nooks, and in the center of it all was his lover, Grimaulkin, tearing things apart.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s gone, it’s fucking GONE!” He threw a book to the floor and glared at Dysio. “Grimalkin’s atheme!”
Grimalkin was Grim’s demoness, who he had tricked into binding into a crystal dagger before they moved to the Isles. Dysio grabbed a chair, tipped it over knocking off the books that had landed there, and flipped the chair around, straddling it. “When did you last see it?”
“I remember packing it, it was the first thing I packed to bring here.”
“Are you sure?”
Grim whirled on Dysio. “What do you think I am, stupid?”
“No, of course not.” Damn, he’s sexy when he’s pissed. “You haven’t touched it since?”
“I know better. I bound her to it, it doesn’t mean she can’t use me as a conduit.” Grim was very aware of touching things with others’ “essences”. He could sense an essence in an object and use it in spells to control others. Sometimes, the essence was so strong that he couldn’t control it, as in the case of Grimmy. That, he knew, to leave alone.
Grim sat hard on the floor amid the debris. “What if somebody’s got it? What if they can set her free?”
“They can’t set her free, only you can. Only you know the spell.”
He looked up at Dysio. “We both know the spell. You taught me.”
Dysio’s gaze turned into a “duh” look. “Grim, you know I love you.”
“I’m not saying that! I’m just saying, if somebody…captures you, and tortures you…”
He chuckled. “I’m too tough to torture.” He got down from the chair and joined Grim on the floor. “Besides, you’ll protect me, won’t you?”
Grim looked at the hulking Dysio. “It’s the other way around, isn’t it?”
Dysio caressed Grim’s cheek. “I’m a weak incubus. I still need protection.”
“And constant sex,” Grim said, taking Dysio’s hand. “It’s a good thing we’re going to Paragon. So much repression there.”
“Maybe your dagger’s there.”
“But I packed it. I know I did.”
“And you remember stowing it on the boat in Striga? Do you remember that particular package?”
“Well, no, not that particular one…”
“It might be still in Striga.”
“It’s gone if it is.”
“The Warriors might have found it.”
Grim brightened. “And knowing them, they fenced it.”
“Which means it could be anywhere in Talos.”
“Or Paragon.” He gazed at Dysio. “Anywhere in Paragon.”
“And you can find it. You can sense her essence.”
“I don’t know if I’m that good,” Grim said.
“I’ll make you that good,” Dysio replied, and kissed him.
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