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days than it used to.”
Noticing the woman’s
distinct limp, Xandra goes to her and assists her to the kitchen. Her mother
goes to check on her father. I am alone at last, able to focus on repairing
the damage. I assume a lotus position in the middle of the floor. This type
of magic takes a lot of concentration.
In my mind’s eye, I imagine
the room as it once was. I have to imagine everything coming back together, molecule
by molecule, piece by piece. I am not simply fixing the room with magic. If I
did that, I would have to sustain that magic for the room to stay intact. As
soon as I sent the magic back to the earth, the magical repairs would disappear
with it. I am reversing the magic that caused the damage to begin with. I am
erasing its effects.
As I sit here, willing the
repairs, I cannot help but wish that I could imagine the furniture as something
a bit more appealing, but it is not my house. The red couch is horrible,
though. Regardless, I imagine the brown carpet, then the furniture that was
here before, and then repair the damage to the walls. It takes much longer
than it should because I am so tired, but it all falls into place eventually. There
is no trace of Xandra’s destructive magic in the room. If only I could do this
when she is using her magic.
I am even shakier on my feet
than I was before. I stumble slightly as I walk to the kitchen and have to
lean against the wall to hold myself up. I seem to have missed something,
because everyone in the room looks guilty. Or angry. Or both. At the moment,
I decide I do not care what is going on. “It is done,” I say to the room in
general.
“You look like you should be
lying down.” As crappy as I feel at the moment, I appreciate the concern on
Xandra’s face.
Her father echoes her
sentiment. “Are you alright?”
I nod. “I will be fine if I
rest for a short while.” I would like to add, curled up around Xandra. That
is probably asking for too much.
“Why don’t you take him to
your room so he can lie down?” her father says to Xandra. Looking pointedly
at her grandmother, he adds, “I think you could use a little time away from our
guest, as well.”
Xandra does not hesitate to
grab my hand and practically drag me down the hall to her bedroom. I like her
enthusiasm. When we are in her room, she closes the door as I flop down on her
soft bed and close my eyes.
“Are you alright?” she asks.
I open one eye to look at her.
“I would be much better if you were lying here next to me.”
She laughs as she lies down
next to me. “I guess that means you’re not too tired.”
Grabbing her waist, I roll
us until I am lying on top of her. I hold my weight off from her with my
elbows. “Perhaps I am faking fatigue to have a few stolen moments with you.” Not
true, but I am finding myself to be less fatigued by the minute. “It is
amazing how you can make flannel sleepwear look good.”
Now she looks embarrassed as
she looks down at her attire. She groans. “I guess we should get dressed.”
There is no way I am going
to let her up at this moment. “Soon,” I say, nibbling at her lips. She wraps
her arms around my back and pulls me closer, kissing me in a way that makes me
want to take things to a whole new level. One hand buried in her silky black
hair, I let my other hand explore, eliciting soft moans from her.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmur
against her lips. My body is pressed so close to hers, she is supporting my
weight. She does not seem to mind. When her hands begin to roam, it is my
turn to moan. She is driving me insane. I want to remove all obstacles
currently keeping us from joining as one.
And that is the thought that
brings me back to reality. We are not hand-fasted. And her parents can travel
silently through walls. I am not sure which is the biggest impediment against
us making love, but it really does not
Noticing the woman’s
distinct limp, Xandra goes to her and assists her to the kitchen. Her mother
goes to check on her father. I am alone at last, able to focus on repairing
the damage. I assume a lotus position in the middle of the floor. This type
of magic takes a lot of concentration.
In my mind’s eye, I imagine
the room as it once was. I have to imagine everything coming back together, molecule
by molecule, piece by piece. I am not simply fixing the room with magic. If I
did that, I would have to sustain that magic for the room to stay intact. As
soon as I sent the magic back to the earth, the magical repairs would disappear
with it. I am reversing the magic that caused the damage to begin with. I am
erasing its effects.
As I sit here, willing the
repairs, I cannot help but wish that I could imagine the furniture as something
a bit more appealing, but it is not my house. The red couch is horrible,
though. Regardless, I imagine the brown carpet, then the furniture that was
here before, and then repair the damage to the walls. It takes much longer
than it should because I am so tired, but it all falls into place eventually. There
is no trace of Xandra’s destructive magic in the room. If only I could do this
when she is using her magic.
I am even shakier on my feet
than I was before. I stumble slightly as I walk to the kitchen and have to
lean against the wall to hold myself up. I seem to have missed something,
because everyone in the room looks guilty. Or angry. Or both. At the moment,
I decide I do not care what is going on. “It is done,” I say to the room in
general.
“You look like you should be
lying down.” As crappy as I feel at the moment, I appreciate the concern on
Xandra’s face.
Her father echoes her
sentiment. “Are you alright?”
I nod. “I will be fine if I
rest for a short while.” I would like to add, curled up around Xandra. That
is probably asking for too much.
“Why don’t you take him to
your room so he can lie down?” her father says to Xandra. Looking pointedly
at her grandmother, he adds, “I think you could use a little time away from our
guest, as well.”
Xandra does not hesitate to
grab my hand and practically drag me down the hall to her bedroom. I like her
enthusiasm. When we are in her room, she closes the door as I flop down on her
soft bed and close my eyes.
“Are you alright?” she asks.
I open one eye to look at her.
“I would be much better if you were lying here next to me.”
She laughs as she lies down
next to me. “I guess that means you’re not too tired.”
Grabbing her waist, I roll
us until I am lying on top of her. I hold my weight off from her with my
elbows. “Perhaps I am faking fatigue to have a few stolen moments with you.” Not
true, but I am finding myself to be less fatigued by the minute. “It is
amazing how you can make flannel sleepwear look good.”
Now she looks embarrassed as
she looks down at her attire. She groans. “I guess we should get dressed.”
There is no way I am going
to let her up at this moment. “Soon,” I say, nibbling at her lips. She wraps
her arms around my back and pulls me closer, kissing me in a way that makes me
want to take things to a whole new level. One hand buried in her silky black
hair, I let my other hand explore, eliciting soft moans from her.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmur
against her lips. My body is pressed so close to hers, she is supporting my
weight. She does not seem to mind. When her hands begin to roam, it is my
turn to moan. She is driving me insane. I want to remove all obstacles
currently keeping us from joining as one.
And that is the thought that
brings me back to reality. We are not hand-fasted. And her parents can travel
silently through walls. I am not sure which is the biggest impediment against
us making love, but it really does not
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