The one possibility that is offered, when it is offered, is not always believed in. Sometimes the Queen of the Succubi has to wish that she could be a little more direct on occasion…
By TeraS and Jay
Jay blinked once, slowly. “I … called you?” His astonishment was quite evident, his posture and demeanor no longer closed up and wary in the face of the tall, dark, and attractive unknown. His weight now rested evenly across his feet, and his legs and arms had relaxed into a more natural pose. With “the mask” no longer in place, his face was highly expressive, made evident by the look of surprise it now held.
He swallowed thickly, arranging thoughts that even now threatened to spiral away with him. “Begging your pardon ma’am, but how’d I do that? I mean … you must be mistaken, somehow. I’ve done no calling, I don’t even know how.” He mentally began cataloging a list of the ways he’d heard otherworldly creatures were summoned. “I’ve cast no spells, I’ve set no circle,” a snort of laughter uttered forth, “and I don’t even know your proper name to summon you with even if I did know how to do either of those.”
Running one hand through his hair, Jay continued. “I don’t even have a cell phone with me right now, and I’m sure you’re more than long-distance. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, especially to such a singular creature as y’self, but if you’ve come all the way here because someone called, then I think you’ve got the wrong address.”
And right disappointed I’ll be to see you go, too, and no mistake. Jay suppressed an urge to laugh at himself. You’re really in a tizzy now, I can feel it. The thought that maybe she’s here on account of you’s got your mind racing and your blood pumping. Look, already starting to slip back into the drawl. Come on, get a handle on it and try to act like a civilized creature before you go and make a damned fool out of yourself.
Finished with his momentary mental monologue, he said “But I wouldn’t mind being proven wrong.”
Her tail pointed in several directions in the area around them both, “You are in a circle of power, the stones are marked quite clearly, but, I would suppose, that the times have changed enough that they are not well known… Still that is no reason to not accept that they are there and quite powerful in their own right is that not true?”
She approached him once more, trusting that her promise, and his, would not make him be as defensive this time to her forwardness. Taking one of his hands in her own, she raised it to her right cheek and rubbed it against her warm skin, her eyes watching him unafraid as she did. For a moment she was silent and then said, “There is an ache within you that called me. You have questions you have not had answered. You seek the experience of knowing, fully, what there is and what there is not, but have not found the door to open.”
Lowering that hand away, she moved close again, a hint of cherries on the breeze, and then raced a finger against his cheek, curiosity in her eyes, “You are an enigma my dear… Almost as much one as I, but without the understanding of what that means… Only the knowledge that you are… different, but not seeing why and how that is true… You seek, if not direction, at least the glimmer of hope to have that gap within you smoothed over… in time…”
Her smile was quizzical, “But then the young are impatient aren’t they?”
They are, but then that makes them interesting doesn’t it?