But Not Today!

But not today!

One day I'll stop traumatizing my muses

I reread Cindy's bio and good god damn that was a rollercoaster of despair and glory I rarely experience.

She stopped counting the hours, the victims of her blade today, which stretched into night. Sometimes closing the lid of horrors, saying she was finished for the day while the word kept taking and taking, threatening to pull her into the abyss she was tightrope walking on.

Last one today. She had said that hours ago. She knew she was late to prevent the act, but this time the child will live and there won't be an another.

She stood in the dark veil of the night, looming the over the soon to be victim, the approaching golden light didn't disturb her the slightest. Though she did retreat into the darkness to investigate why was the Guardian about to pay a visit to the father.

Oh.

The golden glow illuminating her face as she made her presence known.

“I won't be able to siphon his soul out unless I stab him. I can do it quietly, the child needs you more.” no questions asked, straight to business

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The thing about dreams was that they revealed a lot, children used dreams to cope with their own reality and escape from awful situations. And tonight he found a young girl struggling with a nightmare, one that felt…too real for it entirely to be made up. A young girl dreamt of her father hitting her and that’s the realization it wasn’t a dream, but a memory.

Seeing the sleeping girl with several bruises and a broken arm of all things, the conclusion was clear. It was not the first time her father had gotten violent, nor would it be the last. First he eased the young girl, giving her a peaceful happy dream tonight, then used her powers to relieve her of any pain. 

Sandy despite what others assumed was not a merciful being, peaceful, kind, and at times forgiving, but mercy from him was rare. Pitch could agree with that sentiment. Drifting into the fathers room, he let the sand whish around him, it wasn’t the normal amount that would let others simply sleep. It was enough to make him stay asleep. The man would die but he would die peacefully, that’s the only kindness he would get. 

He only stops when he notices the other entity in the room, he says nothing as he meets her gaze. No shame, no stepping back, this is exactly what it looks like.

For a Blog all about fire Winter's Club sure is on here a lot (this is a tease I'm not serious)

What can I say my wife is both a great person and writer.

Hahahaha…. I just came up with a realization: you’re the fire, she’s the ice! Opposites attract!

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See they get it!

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