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My head is hot, tight—gimme a squeeze and my eyeballs will pop,
Plop into the space that separates your body from mine—
You’d burn from the kiss I might steal were I not so sick.
But it’s all right.
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The Lady turned her cool copper-green eyes to Ferah, and her brother, Montay, awkwardly struggling to stand upright without his sister’s aid; both were a little burnt and steaming from their deadly challenge with Jimann. “I’ll take a raincheck on the Tater Tot Hotdish, as good at it sounds, but these clementines…” she crooned as she picked one out of the bag that Fernlodth had dropped in his haste, “…are perfect for a late-night snack!”
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Lady Lake continued to rotate her upraised hand clockwise to gather, and the moonlit sky both darkened and lightened as seagulls came from all directions from their nighttime roosting spots, hovering and circling overhead, as she suggested gently to the crew of gnomes and shapeshifters, “You might want to step closer inside the protective circle, because things are about to get even more real.
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“That was…interesting…” purred Jimann, licking his lips and stroking the front of his neck, having resumed a human form, albeit a 15 foot one, “So interesting that I’m going to take you both—such experiences bear repeating; the deal is off and we’re going to play more, so march!”
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And so the deal was struck, no papers signed, no ink,
The watchers called for protection spells:
Ones built on love and trust and luck.
Montay’d practiced widening shift, forms Ferah’d never kenned,
Per Jimman’s skilled direction: games in wild pleasure meant
Montay the fool was well and truly fucked.
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“I’m fae, but I’m no Faery Queen!” roared Jimann.
“Sometimes you are,” said Montay and Ferah in unison catching each other’s eye and giggling nervously as they spoke again in unison, “and we really don’t mind when you swing both ways!”
“I’m not familiar with the ballad of Tam Lin,” grumbled Jimann, ignoring the two, and squaring his shoulders he added, “I’ve never been much of a fan of ballads or…ugh…poetry.”
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Another Two-For-One in this serial that’s gone on a lot longer that I’d anticipated!
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Jimann, having chosen a size and visage meant to both terrify and nauseate, grabbed Montay by his opposite wrist and sneered at Ferah, “Either you come with me now and endorse me as Supreme Emperor of the Council of Peace Keepers, as well as the Brotherhood of Gnomes, or I crush what’s left of your foolish brother under my diamond hoof and finish up by murdering the rest of your friends here!”
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