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Posted on December 28, 2013 at 08:57:55 PM by morgana
| It was as she was spinning that she saw it, something amiss out of the corner of her eye. Her glimpse of him was so brief that until she had chance to look again she could not be sure that she had seen him at all. As Morgana fell reluctantly back into the pirate’s grip, her black eyes scanned the guests lined up along the west wall behind the feasting tables. There he was. It had been years since a ghost had come to Morgana unbidden. As she had grown from girl to woman her magic had increased in potency, and she was able to block them out. It had become her choice when and where she communed with the dead, not theirs. The dead man was young, no more than a few years older than Morgana herself, but he was exceptionally thin, his clothes hanging from his limbs as rags. The steps of the dance sent Morgana spinning again, but when she looked back at the ghost she found that it was pointing in her direction. She followed the line of its bony finger...but its focus was not her own face. It was pointing at the pirate’s back.
Baffled, Morgana looked Killian directly in the eyes, scanning them for some kind of clue. Was it a warning? Did he mean her harm? Nothing he had done had suggested that he did, but then the best assassins were the ones least expected. She was prepared to override his teasing with an accusation, but something stopped her. It was his eyes again. There was something about them, something that made it almost impossible to look away and which convinced her that he meant her no harm. The dagger at his waist was not meant for her. Infuriated by the combination of revelation and his incorrigible smugness, Morgana hissed at him, “I wouldn’t, if I were you.” The dance carried her a pace away from him, but demanded that their fingers remained interlocked, “I’d drop you.” Morgana released her grip upon his shoulder as they moved with the other couples further up the hall. Her fingers closed about the wrist of his hand with the straying fingers and gripped it tight, escorting it back to a more desirable location just above her hip. She ignored the prickle in her spine as she glared at him, but not even a fierce look was enough to compel him to hold his tongue. Their bodies pressed together, like lovers in an amorous embrace. Morgana stood on tiptoe, leaning forwards until their cheeks were almost touching and whispered a warning in his ear in a voice like honey. “I would keep your sword sheathed if I were you, pirate. A naked blade is easily lost, and I fancy I have as much skill with a blade as you.” Morgana pulled her face away again, throwing a pretty smile in his direction as her gaze followed his eyes as they scanned the hall. Killian, it seemed, could turn his emotions around upon a penny. One moment he was all arrogance and bravado, and the next he was all sincerity and insistence. Morgana frowned at him, locking glances with those frustrating eyes of his again as she tried to decipher what kind of game he was playing. There was something about him that almost made her trust him...and what about the ghost? Killian was a mystery wrapped in an enigma and dark leather, and sometimes, sometimes she could almost feel herself falling for that charming smile of his. No. She was not that person. She had never been that person. She was pragmatic and realistic – and he couldn’t offer her anything she really wanted. What was there to admire about him beyond a fine jaw and quick wit? She made a show of considering him, tipping her head a little to one side. “Prove it,” she smirked in challenge as they finished one dance and began another, locked in on either side by smiling faeries. “If every part of you belongs to me,” Morgana pressed, holding up her hand to his as they took slow deliberate steps around each other in a circle, “then prove it. Serve me. Leave piracy and come here to serve a princess. Or are you all talk, pirate?”  |
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