Complete this thought: “I would never…”
The rain pounded the window, the rivulets twisting and turning down the pane, intersecting and separating in a morose dance. The barren trees creaked and groaned in the howling wind, their branches whipping against the stone walls of the old house. The storm railed against the tiny fortress, but it had withstood greater tempests than this.
Lightning streaked overhead, briefly illuminating the den, throwing the lines of the mostly vacant furniture in harsh relief. Thunder cracked almost simultaneously, and the windows trembled with the sound. The girl in the center of the room did not.
The iron chair to which she was bound was as out of place among the antique couches and tables and armoires as she was to the man standing in front of her. For one thing, he was mortal. She narrowed her eyes at him as another crack of thunder exploded overhead.
“You know that is futile,” he said, calmly returning her stare. “You cannot intimidate me as you are.”
“Release me, Rowan.” Her voice rumbled as the thunder above.
He sucked his teeth and she winced at the hiss. “You know I can’t do that, Naia. Not until you agree to the contract.”
She spat in his face. “I would never make a contract with a Breacher.”
“Now that’s not very kind,” he said, letting her saliva drip from his cheek where it burned. “I’ve never broken a contract.”
“None of the Fae would allow you to make one! Your forebears committed the taboo, their blood runs in your veins, I can smell it.”
Rowan shrugged. “I cannot speak to what they did, but they have nothing to do with me. Our contract is for the future, not the past.”
“You cannot force me to accept.”
“Then you will die here and I will find another.”
The wind howled in despair. Naia struggled against her bonds. They would hold her forever, unless she did the unforgivable and made a contract with him. A deal with a human devil. Death would be preferable. She would have to find another way.
Notes: There’s a spark here, but I am too tired to figure out where it’s going. I wanted to go a “I’ll never betray my friends” route, or a “I would never wear THAT” route but I put on my music and the first song had some rain in the background in the house popped into my head. The angry weather led me to a captured weather goddess/spirit who refuses to contract with a human.
Your turn! Complete the thought! Have a great night! I’ll see you tomorrow!
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