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of his housecoat – and the underlying tenderness of their conversation came to the fore. Afon was a man in a position that no man should ever be in: he was sending the woman he loved off into the night, and hoping that she successfully seduced another man. Even though he agreed with her plan, in principle, it was taking every ounce of willpower that he possessed to stop himself from stopping her.
Afon could so easily imagine turning to face Isi, who was standing next to him at the window, looking out at the rain. He could let his eyes linger on the small scar above her upper lip, the sweet salty softness of her sweat when it clings there, encasing imperfection with radiance. He could call her to him, take every fantasy and force it through the air to her until she could see, and sometimes even feel, what he was thinking.
Most unimproved humans have had some minor version of this experience. Standing next to the person that they desire, energy is exchanged, and the people are drawn closer together, like two complementary magnets. Sometimes, once in a great while, once when there is a great love, one person can hear a whisper of the thoughts of their beloved. Meeting in a dream, their spirits freed to do that which their minds prevent when conscious, two can become one, and explore together in a dimension where the unwritten notes of music sing.
Even if I were normal, we’d still be able to do this, she and I, Afon thought. She is my one, my other half, a deep enough connection to travel through the white noise surrounding most ordinary humans. But it’s so much more fun like this, Afon smiled, so much more fun being powerfully abnormal.
Isi gasped as a wisp of air deftly moved across her lips, and continued down onto her neck, then lower, tracing the rim of her dress above her cleavage, exerting enough pressure to let her know that this was no unconscious wind.
Isi continued to stare out the window, not displaying any sign that she had been affected by Afon’s mental caresses. Not moving, not even blinking, she said, “Stop it.”
Afon hesitated for a moment, then saw the slight upturn at the corners of Isi’s lips, and moved his eyes down so sharply that the shoulders of Isi’s dress slid down her arms and exposed the top of her breasts.
Isi gasped again, and fixed Afon with a fiercely withering glare, but made no move to pull her dress back into place.
“You’re going to make me late, you know,” Isi sighed.
Afon stepped behind her and, finally, touched her with his corporeal hands. He bent down to her, his lips grazed the top of the fine hairs that ran along the back of her neck. His fingertips ran down the side of her hips, and carried the rest of her dress to the floor.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop Isi,” Afon murmured, the warm air of his breathing tickling her neck.
Isi pulled her bottom lip under her teeth, and put one hand up against the glass. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I’m sure the carriage might be a bit delayed by the storm …”
She shuddered then, like a bolt of electricity had gone through her, setting every nerve on fire.
Two miles away, a thick branch bent backward with the green suppleness of youth, and stretched itself until it delicately brushed the side of the tree where it had been attached all of its life … a gentle kiss goodbye.
A great cracking sound echoed down to the driver of an empty carriage on the road below. He mistook the sound for lightning, and urged his frightened horses forward, intent on picking up his passenger on time. No need to be delayed by electricity on the way to a ball celebrating the darn thing, the driver thought, and whipped the horses forward, just as a huge branch detached itself from a tree above and landed directly in the carriages path.
The driver muttered a string of curses regarding the incomparable idiocy of horses, rats with hooves, while he struggled to turn the carriage around, and find a new way to his waiting
Afon could so easily imagine turning to face Isi, who was standing next to him at the window, looking out at the rain. He could let his eyes linger on the small scar above her upper lip, the sweet salty softness of her sweat when it clings there, encasing imperfection with radiance. He could call her to him, take every fantasy and force it through the air to her until she could see, and sometimes even feel, what he was thinking.
Most unimproved humans have had some minor version of this experience. Standing next to the person that they desire, energy is exchanged, and the people are drawn closer together, like two complementary magnets. Sometimes, once in a great while, once when there is a great love, one person can hear a whisper of the thoughts of their beloved. Meeting in a dream, their spirits freed to do that which their minds prevent when conscious, two can become one, and explore together in a dimension where the unwritten notes of music sing.
Even if I were normal, we’d still be able to do this, she and I, Afon thought. She is my one, my other half, a deep enough connection to travel through the white noise surrounding most ordinary humans. But it’s so much more fun like this, Afon smiled, so much more fun being powerfully abnormal.
Isi gasped as a wisp of air deftly moved across her lips, and continued down onto her neck, then lower, tracing the rim of her dress above her cleavage, exerting enough pressure to let her know that this was no unconscious wind.
Isi continued to stare out the window, not displaying any sign that she had been affected by Afon’s mental caresses. Not moving, not even blinking, she said, “Stop it.”
Afon hesitated for a moment, then saw the slight upturn at the corners of Isi’s lips, and moved his eyes down so sharply that the shoulders of Isi’s dress slid down her arms and exposed the top of her breasts.
Isi gasped again, and fixed Afon with a fiercely withering glare, but made no move to pull her dress back into place.
“You’re going to make me late, you know,” Isi sighed.
Afon stepped behind her and, finally, touched her with his corporeal hands. He bent down to her, his lips grazed the top of the fine hairs that ran along the back of her neck. His fingertips ran down the side of her hips, and carried the rest of her dress to the floor.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop Isi,” Afon murmured, the warm air of his breathing tickling her neck.
Isi pulled her bottom lip under her teeth, and put one hand up against the glass. Closing her eyes, she whispered, “I’m sure the carriage might be a bit delayed by the storm …”
She shuddered then, like a bolt of electricity had gone through her, setting every nerve on fire.
Two miles away, a thick branch bent backward with the green suppleness of youth, and stretched itself until it delicately brushed the side of the tree where it had been attached all of its life … a gentle kiss goodbye.
A great cracking sound echoed down to the driver of an empty carriage on the road below. He mistook the sound for lightning, and urged his frightened horses forward, intent on picking up his passenger on time. No need to be delayed by electricity on the way to a ball celebrating the darn thing, the driver thought, and whipped the horses forward, just as a huge branch detached itself from a tree above and landed directly in the carriages path.
The driver muttered a string of curses regarding the incomparable idiocy of horses, rats with hooves, while he struggled to turn the carriage around, and find a new way to his waiting
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