After taking my mother-in-law to lunch, my husband had to help his father with car stuff so I sat out on their deck in the warm, wonderful sun and spent some quality time with my laptop.
Here's a (sort of long) snippet of what I wrote today.
"Faust, get off her and get ready," Magdalena warns.
"Ready for--" I start to ask until a glacier decides to take up residence in my body cavity.
At least, that's what it feels like. Faust's essence--that cold, viscous part of him that I took into myself--blooms inside me, growing and expanding, leaching out into my body and freezing everything in its path. I am suffocating, dying, being stabbed to death from the inside out by a hundred thousand lethal icicles. My back arches, feet kicking and hands clawing at the sheets until the freeze reaches them, too.
I wish for death. I beg for it. I pray to every god and goddess I've ever heard of for warmth, for release. And then, when every last cell in my body is frozen, I shatter.
Faust's icy essence, now coating every inch of me from the inside, implodes and liquefies, racing back along neural and veinal pathways to pour into my well of power. As the glacial wave pulls back from my body's extremities and moves toward my core, it leaves perfection in its wake: my body, one hundred percent healed.
The last of the power drains into my well but doesn't fill it. I feel another tug on the invisible cord now stretching between me and Faust and then another rush of energy.
Oh, my god, I'm siphoning from him.
My body pulls and pulls and holy shit, it feels great--like a power i.v., like plugging in after running on batteries for too, too long. I have no control over the flow or how much I'm taking, all I can do is lay back and enjoy the ride. I close my eyes and writhe on the bed because I can't not move and I just gorge and gorge and gorge. At some point the energy flow trickles to a stop and for the first time in days I feel good. Not good; great, fantastic, utterly fucking perfect.
See that? Not even a kissy scene. ;)
All right! I'm off to read a certain synopsis for a certain someone, much overdue. Then I have to pack and then I'm off to Kansas City, Missouri at the obscene hour of 7 a.m. tomorrow for the day job. I'm hoping to get some writing done while I'm there, at least during the travel.
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