"Everyone has a dark side."
"Not everyone."
"I don't believe that."
"But how can it be."
"It can... and all you can do...is keep the door closed to it. Keep the door locked and close it tight."
There were omens and warnings in tourmalines as the future Queen of Spades, the royal born of the Dark Court of the Sidhe opened her eyes, awakened again from the nightmares that whispered seductively in her ears. One might fear the darkness and the shadow lures of those nightmares but Sidonie would be different. This was the nature of her people, of what she was and the court she had been raised in.
Dusky fingers pushed through black curls as she sat up in her bed, ignoring the fact that her skin again was imprinted with the hematite stain of her Sidhe nature and the energy of the Dark Court. She had noticed it for the past days. Spade had hidden it well, the glistening dark shine of skin and the crawling filigree and lattice work of the tattoos that covered where the scars once had imprinted her flesh.
Darker times were ahead. From the moment winter had licked at her flesh and breathed out its chilled air across her skin she had known. Winter was a time of death and rebirth, a time of violence and pain.
It had taken so much of her to control the part of her spirit that reveled in that pain and violence, the suffocating emotions of torture and torment. Sidonie had no desire to prove to herself or admit to any that she was just a much the monster as the rest of the Dark Court was. Yet more and more it was becoming so hard to suppress the truth of it all.
There are many that have been looking for you? and they are not friends.
The feral hungry eyes of her watcher, moon wild as the eyes of any hunting wolf did not terrify her but quickened her blood. The lust in the slaver?s eyes was nothing new to Sidonie but that was not which awakened a tandem beat of heart that was far more visceral and savage.
He hadn?t come to claim a bounty. He hadn?t come to gather her. There seemed instead an odd fascination. Sidonie perhaps understood that if he was to collect her it wouldn?t be as bargaining chip but as a collector?s piece in a vast menagerie of wicked delights and preternatural sins.
There?s pleasure in the pain, Spadey Girl. Have you forgot that already?
How could she forget.
Moon soaked and shadow kissed she was as restless as a caged creature of black velvet glory and silk desires. There was just so much of her soul stretching and unraveling, awakening and coming alive. Was there the winter to blame or something more ? intimate and known?
As intimate as a heartbeat, as intimate as a soul that was where it rested dark and deep within her.
She ached to feel flesh beneath and against her own. To taste a pulse like sweet copper candy captured swift in her teeth. The dark wild was rising and she had no control.
Or maybe it no longer mattered? that control.
Sweaters and warmer clothes discarded the leather pants and black corset with the blood red ribbons pulled on. She went out in the night without ward and without protection.
For tonight Sidonie welcomed the savage, the wicked, and the cold?. Knowing well there was no turning back once that part of her had been unleashed.
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"Not everyone."
"I don't believe that."
"But how can it be."
"It can... and all you can do...is keep the door closed to it. Keep the door locked and close it tight."
There were omens and warnings in tourmalines as the future Queen of Spades, the royal born of the Dark Court of the Sidhe opened her eyes, awakened again from the nightmares that whispered seductively in her ears. One might fear the darkness and the shadow lures of those nightmares but Sidonie would be different. This was the nature of her people, of what she was and the court she had been raised in.
Dusky fingers pushed through black curls as she sat up in her bed, ignoring the fact that her skin again was imprinted with the hematite stain of her Sidhe nature and the energy of the Dark Court. She had noticed it for the past days. Spade had hidden it well, the glistening dark shine of skin and the crawling filigree and lattice work of the tattoos that covered where the scars once had imprinted her flesh.
Darker times were ahead. From the moment winter had licked at her flesh and breathed out its chilled air across her skin she had known. Winter was a time of death and rebirth, a time of violence and pain.
It had taken so much of her to control the part of her spirit that reveled in that pain and violence, the suffocating emotions of torture and torment. Sidonie had no desire to prove to herself or admit to any that she was just a much the monster as the rest of the Dark Court was. Yet more and more it was becoming so hard to suppress the truth of it all.
There are many that have been looking for you? and they are not friends.
The feral hungry eyes of her watcher, moon wild as the eyes of any hunting wolf did not terrify her but quickened her blood. The lust in the slaver?s eyes was nothing new to Sidonie but that was not which awakened a tandem beat of heart that was far more visceral and savage.
He hadn?t come to claim a bounty. He hadn?t come to gather her. There seemed instead an odd fascination. Sidonie perhaps understood that if he was to collect her it wouldn?t be as bargaining chip but as a collector?s piece in a vast menagerie of wicked delights and preternatural sins.
There?s pleasure in the pain, Spadey Girl. Have you forgot that already?
How could she forget.
Moon soaked and shadow kissed she was as restless as a caged creature of black velvet glory and silk desires. There was just so much of her soul stretching and unraveling, awakening and coming alive. Was there the winter to blame or something more ? intimate and known?
As intimate as a heartbeat, as intimate as a soul that was where it rested dark and deep within her.
She ached to feel flesh beneath and against her own. To taste a pulse like sweet copper candy captured swift in her teeth. The dark wild was rising and she had no control.
Or maybe it no longer mattered? that control.
Sweaters and warmer clothes discarded the leather pants and black corset with the blood red ribbons pulled on. She went out in the night without ward and without protection.
For tonight Sidonie welcomed the savage, the wicked, and the cold?. Knowing well there was no turning back once that part of her had been unleashed.
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