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said, and she looked up at me. “This is personal. I don’t expect everyone else to believe the same thing. I’m not gonna go all moral values on you.”
She opened her mouth, closed it, and looked away again. “So you don’t love me?”
I touched her cheek until she looked at me. “Not yet .” My heart raced as I considered if I could love Hayley. I had feelings for her, definitely, and they kept getting stronger. I looked into her eyes, thought of the way she made me feel warm inside. Yes, with a little more time, I could fall in love with her.
“So does that mean you will?”
The expression on her face was so hopeful and afraid, I couldn’t help kissing her. I pulled her closer, wishing I could make promises, afraid I might break them. “This is my first relationship—I don’t want to rush.”
“A guy who wants to take things slow?” she said with a little laugh.
“Hey, you like me because I’m different.” She’d run screaming if she had any idea how different.
“True.” That got a real smile out of her.
I kissed her again. “Just because I don’t want to have sex doesn’t mean I don’t want to do some serious making out.”
She gave me a wicked grin, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pulled me down to the bed.
Chapter 9
The next day I spent a few hours flying, and it did a lot to improve my mood. My skills kept getting better. The crows did more complimenting than teasing, and being in the air was starting to feel natural. I thought it was time to try to something new.
I went home for lunch and grabbed the small, empty box that had once held Baldur’s gift to me. Now the gift was in my head, a jumbled flash of my future abilities. Two months later I was still trying to sort it out, focusing until I could see one image, one power, I would someday have. Stronger fire and ice abilities, my horns and wings, and flying had all been there.
It wasn’t prophecy, it was possibility. I have an issue with prophecies. It was a relief to know that in all the images I’d been able to pick out, I’d never seen Animus. The sword was tied to my power because it had been made that way, but it wasn’t a power I naturally had in me. Baldur’s gift was all about my abilities.
I took the box and Mew-Mew with me to a quiet spot, a small clearing in another forest. I didn’t want the crows watching me, because this might end up being really embarrassing. I was going to try to transform into a cat. My abilities included changing into several different kinds of animals, typically associated with “evil” (which is bullshit because animals aren’t evil, unless you count humans). So I could be a cat, wolf, rat, crow, goat, snake, bat, or black horse. Practically an animal for every occasion.
I was going for cat first because of my connection with Mew-Mew, plus he could stand there and be a living model. Cat had to be easiest.
I fiddled with the little box before setting it aside.
Would you like me in profile? Standing or sitting? Mew-Mew was teasing, trying to get me to relax.
“Just sit there and be quiet.”
He settled in the grass and I copied his posture as best I could. Then I closed my eyes and reached for the power coiled inside me. All those times when I was younger that I wished I could be a cat, or a little mouse, or a fly, so I could escape my parents. To run away and disappear somewhere they’d never find me. I called up that desperation and opened my eyes, focusing on Mew-Mew.
I imagined my hands turning into paws, my legs shifting, pointed ears growing up from my head. Power shifted around me, but nothing happened. I tried again and again, but after half an hour I had nothing to show for it.
I took a break and walked around the clearing for a few minutes. “This is fucking frustrating.”
You just need to be patient. Mew-Mew licked a paw and cleaned his ear.
“Yeah. Mr. Patient. That’s me.”
I spent another half hour trying to transform, and still nothing. Not even a
She opened her mouth, closed it, and looked away again. “So you don’t love me?”
I touched her cheek until she looked at me. “Not yet .” My heart raced as I considered if I could love Hayley. I had feelings for her, definitely, and they kept getting stronger. I looked into her eyes, thought of the way she made me feel warm inside. Yes, with a little more time, I could fall in love with her.
“So does that mean you will?”
The expression on her face was so hopeful and afraid, I couldn’t help kissing her. I pulled her closer, wishing I could make promises, afraid I might break them. “This is my first relationship—I don’t want to rush.”
“A guy who wants to take things slow?” she said with a little laugh.
“Hey, you like me because I’m different.” She’d run screaming if she had any idea how different.
“True.” That got a real smile out of her.
I kissed her again. “Just because I don’t want to have sex doesn’t mean I don’t want to do some serious making out.”
She gave me a wicked grin, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and pulled me down to the bed.
Chapter 9
The next day I spent a few hours flying, and it did a lot to improve my mood. My skills kept getting better. The crows did more complimenting than teasing, and being in the air was starting to feel natural. I thought it was time to try to something new.
I went home for lunch and grabbed the small, empty box that had once held Baldur’s gift to me. Now the gift was in my head, a jumbled flash of my future abilities. Two months later I was still trying to sort it out, focusing until I could see one image, one power, I would someday have. Stronger fire and ice abilities, my horns and wings, and flying had all been there.
It wasn’t prophecy, it was possibility. I have an issue with prophecies. It was a relief to know that in all the images I’d been able to pick out, I’d never seen Animus. The sword was tied to my power because it had been made that way, but it wasn’t a power I naturally had in me. Baldur’s gift was all about my abilities.
I took the box and Mew-Mew with me to a quiet spot, a small clearing in another forest. I didn’t want the crows watching me, because this might end up being really embarrassing. I was going to try to transform into a cat. My abilities included changing into several different kinds of animals, typically associated with “evil” (which is bullshit because animals aren’t evil, unless you count humans). So I could be a cat, wolf, rat, crow, goat, snake, bat, or black horse. Practically an animal for every occasion.
I was going for cat first because of my connection with Mew-Mew, plus he could stand there and be a living model. Cat had to be easiest.
I fiddled with the little box before setting it aside.
Would you like me in profile? Standing or sitting? Mew-Mew was teasing, trying to get me to relax.
“Just sit there and be quiet.”
He settled in the grass and I copied his posture as best I could. Then I closed my eyes and reached for the power coiled inside me. All those times when I was younger that I wished I could be a cat, or a little mouse, or a fly, so I could escape my parents. To run away and disappear somewhere they’d never find me. I called up that desperation and opened my eyes, focusing on Mew-Mew.
I imagined my hands turning into paws, my legs shifting, pointed ears growing up from my head. Power shifted around me, but nothing happened. I tried again and again, but after half an hour I had nothing to show for it.
I took a break and walked around the clearing for a few minutes. “This is fucking frustrating.”
You just need to be patient. Mew-Mew licked a paw and cleaned his ear.
“Yeah. Mr. Patient. That’s me.”
I spent another half hour trying to transform, and still nothing. Not even a
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