rebels and rebellions, story a day challenge

#FictMAYhem #StoryADay May 21, 2017

Welcome! This month I’m writing a small story each day to try to brainstorm a future full-length novel, a sequel to my current WIP Memories and Magic, which is tentatively titled Rebels and Rebellions.

Today’s prompt is: Mind.

They were silent for a while, each staring out over the waves. Clara drew lines in the sand with her fingers. Rikard dug one hand into the sand a few times, each time lifting it slightly so that the sand could sift through his fingers and refill the hole he had just made.

It was Rikard who finally broke the silence. “May I speak my mind with you, Clara?”

Clara glanced over at him. “Of course.”

He kept his eyes fixed on the ocean. He knew this was going to be hard enough without throwing eye contact into the mix.

He cleared his throat. “Before we met, I never would have accepted that magic could be anything other than a corrupting force. And you’ve shown me, in the most spectacular ways over the last few weeks, that that’s not the case. So I just wanted to say thank you.”

He looked up and saw Clara smiling at him. He wasn’t going to think about the effect that was having on him.

“You’re welcome,” she said. “Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?”

Rikard smiled back, rolling his eyes at the words he remembered using during their conversation back when she had first arrived in Racharan.

“It means there’s nothing to forgive.”

Her smile broadened and her eyes widened, sparkling in the moonlight. Rikard was acutely aware of how close they were sitting now, and that she was leaning slightly towards him. He was also aware of how inappropriate it would be to take advantage of that fact, particularly given the presence of the two Aligarian Mages keeping an eye on them from further down the beach.

And yet Rikard found he really didn’t care about any of that. Placing one hand behind her neck, he pulled her towards him, pressing his lips to hers quickly, before he could change his mind. He didn’t even sense a moment of hesitation before Clara kissed him back. She ran one hand up his arm to his shoulder and then tangled her fingers in the wisps of hair growing at the nape of his neck, sending shivers coursing right through him.

When they broke apart, they remained close, their foreheads pressed together. For a while, neither of them said anything; they were too busy catching their breath.

“Does kissing the Queen mean I’ve started a war with Thelidon?’ Rikard asked, his voice low. Somehow the situation called for whispering.

Clara grinned. The moonlight was in her eyes again, but they were also sparkling with a certain amount of mischief.

“Given all the trouble our two nations have been having, maybe you’ve just helped to stop one,” she said, and leaned in again.

I’d really love to find a way for these two to end up together officially, but I have no idea if I can really make it work, given they two existences are worlds apart, the few weeks when this story takes place excepted. I’ll have to work on it.

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