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"Kneel, Child," Gramma pointed a withered hand toward the center of the plaid. With a light tug on her hand, Drake led Penny into place and knelt before her, finally releasing her hand.
Penny mirrored him, shuffling forward so their knees touched. She smiled softly, eyes full of hope.
"Drake, with your blade, cut Penelope's hand, across the lines of love and life, so that her blood may mingle with your immortal force.
He clutched the sgian dubh tightly in his right hand and brought the tip against Penny's palm. Her hand was steady, eyes unblinking.
He quickly slashed her palm, from thumb to pinky, opening the wound that would seal them together.
She tipped her hand so the blood flowed down the cut and into the waiting goblet. While Penny watched the goblet fill, he made the second cut.
He handed her his sgian dubh and held up his hands, palm out. He knew the pain of gripping the knife hilt was immense, but Penny showed nothing on her face. The searing flash of pain in his palm ended in seconds. He held Penny's eyes as she moved to the second hand.
She was strong, so strong, unflinching even as his heart rent into pieces at the uncertainty. Determination blazed in her eyes as the blade sunk in. A flick of her wrist and the blood trickled down his hand, pooling in the goblet.
Gramma pulled the strips of leather from her pocket and Drake assumed the position, hands up, palms out. Penny mimicked him, lining up their cut hands and threading their fingers together. Gramma deftly bound them left hand to right and pulled the goblets of blood from beneath them.
She poured one into the other, swirling the contents together. Drake watched from the corner of his eye as she drew a match across the sandpaper box and dropped the flame into the goblet. Blue flames erupted from the cup. Over smoke and flames, Gramma chanted, "Fire and Ice and Blessings, with honor and humility. He is human by half; she joins the ranks of Sidhe."
The flames died in an instant and Grandma dipped her finger in the liquid. She repeated her chant as she painted on his back – the symbol for the High court – and the soles of his feet – the symbols of Summer and Winter. She walked around the plaid and knelt behind Penny, painting Summer and Winter on the soles of her bare feet. Because she was human, she couldn't be blessed with the symbol of the High court.
Gramma stood inside the High court's candles, just to Drake's right, and clasped their hands in hers, chanting a final time. The pull started in Drake's navel, arching his spine, crushing him toward Penny. His legs shook as the feeling moved through his body, a trembling quake, building and rolling through him.
He felt inside out, his nerves exposed. The trembling-pulling-burn moved down his arms and their joined hands erupted in flames. Penny's mouth dropped open as she watched the flame lick across their skin, burning away the leather strap. The flame evaporated in an instant and Gramma nodded at Drake as she snuck out the door.
"Tha thu mar leth dhiom."
"You are half of me." Penny grinned and unlaced her fingers from his. She flipped her hands over, staring intently at her palms. "Nothing."
"Not a mark."Drake dragged Penny to him with an arm around her waist, fitting her neatly against his chest. "Now I can really say you're my other half."
"You're my only half."Her elation poured into him, filling him with a need to make sure she was always this happy.
He stared at her mouth, parted pink lips, and leaned in, kissing her chastely. Penny moaned and opened her mouth to him, brushing his tongue with hers. He claimed her mouth, pushing her backward until she lay down on the plaid. The empty goblets tinkled across the floor as she shoved them out of her way.
Drake's fingers made their way to the tie of her robe, baring her to him. Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch. He slipped the robe over her shoulders, savoring the feel of smooth skin and taut muscle. Penny hooked a leg around
"Kneel, Child," Gramma pointed a withered hand toward the center of the plaid. With a light tug on her hand, Drake led Penny into place and knelt before her, finally releasing her hand.
Penny mirrored him, shuffling forward so their knees touched. She smiled softly, eyes full of hope.
"Drake, with your blade, cut Penelope's hand, across the lines of love and life, so that her blood may mingle with your immortal force.
He clutched the sgian dubh tightly in his right hand and brought the tip against Penny's palm. Her hand was steady, eyes unblinking.
He quickly slashed her palm, from thumb to pinky, opening the wound that would seal them together.
She tipped her hand so the blood flowed down the cut and into the waiting goblet. While Penny watched the goblet fill, he made the second cut.
He handed her his sgian dubh and held up his hands, palm out. He knew the pain of gripping the knife hilt was immense, but Penny showed nothing on her face. The searing flash of pain in his palm ended in seconds. He held Penny's eyes as she moved to the second hand.
She was strong, so strong, unflinching even as his heart rent into pieces at the uncertainty. Determination blazed in her eyes as the blade sunk in. A flick of her wrist and the blood trickled down his hand, pooling in the goblet.
Gramma pulled the strips of leather from her pocket and Drake assumed the position, hands up, palms out. Penny mimicked him, lining up their cut hands and threading their fingers together. Gramma deftly bound them left hand to right and pulled the goblets of blood from beneath them.
She poured one into the other, swirling the contents together. Drake watched from the corner of his eye as she drew a match across the sandpaper box and dropped the flame into the goblet. Blue flames erupted from the cup. Over smoke and flames, Gramma chanted, "Fire and Ice and Blessings, with honor and humility. He is human by half; she joins the ranks of Sidhe."
The flames died in an instant and Grandma dipped her finger in the liquid. She repeated her chant as she painted on his back – the symbol for the High court – and the soles of his feet – the symbols of Summer and Winter. She walked around the plaid and knelt behind Penny, painting Summer and Winter on the soles of her bare feet. Because she was human, she couldn't be blessed with the symbol of the High court.
Gramma stood inside the High court's candles, just to Drake's right, and clasped their hands in hers, chanting a final time. The pull started in Drake's navel, arching his spine, crushing him toward Penny. His legs shook as the feeling moved through his body, a trembling quake, building and rolling through him.
He felt inside out, his nerves exposed. The trembling-pulling-burn moved down his arms and their joined hands erupted in flames. Penny's mouth dropped open as she watched the flame lick across their skin, burning away the leather strap. The flame evaporated in an instant and Gramma nodded at Drake as she snuck out the door.
"Tha thu mar leth dhiom."
"You are half of me." Penny grinned and unlaced her fingers from his. She flipped her hands over, staring intently at her palms. "Nothing."
"Not a mark."Drake dragged Penny to him with an arm around her waist, fitting her neatly against his chest. "Now I can really say you're my other half."
"You're my only half."Her elation poured into him, filling him with a need to make sure she was always this happy.
He stared at her mouth, parted pink lips, and leaned in, kissing her chastely. Penny moaned and opened her mouth to him, brushing his tongue with hers. He claimed her mouth, pushing her backward until she lay down on the plaid. The empty goblets tinkled across the floor as she shoved them out of her way.
Drake's fingers made their way to the tie of her robe, baring her to him. Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch. He slipped the robe over her shoulders, savoring the feel of smooth skin and taut muscle. Penny hooked a leg around
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