Fragment, Orginal story
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tsaikoThis is one of the scenes from a dream I had last night. It was so vivid that when I woke up this morning, I had to write it. The other really vivid scene involves Logan being injured by a dragon when he was younger. Obviously, he and Jay are at some sort of prep school for the very rich. There were these really clear and loud air sirens that would sound anytime a dragon was near. One time, Logan wasn't fast enough.
What he doesn't know, and what I do, was that the guy in his visions is the dragon that injured him when he was younger. ^^
“Come on, Jay. Give the woman a penny. I want my fortune told,” Kassie said as she sat down in the wooden chair opposite the one the fortune-teller had taken. She took a moment to adjust the skirt of her white dress. Jay rolled his eyes, but obligingly handed over a copper penny. Logan watched in amazement as the penny vanish with a quick flick of the fortune-teller’s wrist as soon as it touched her palm.
“Let me see your palm,” the fortune-teller said. Kassie offered her open palm. The fortune-teller took Kassie’s hand in her own, turning the palm and making the appropriate intrigued noises. Jay rolled his eyes. “Ah yes. There will be fortune in your future. You will never want for money.”
“Amazing.” Kassie shot her brother a look.
“What about love?”
“Ah. Let me see.” The fortune-teller peered at Kassie’s palm. “I see a strange in your future. Pale of hair. Golden. He will come from a distant land. It will be love at first sight.” Kassie giggled and sighed.
“And do you see a brunette with dark eyes in my future? Because for a few pennies more, I can see us together,” Jay said to the fortune-teller. Logan elbowed his friend in the side.
“That was crude,” Logan told him.
“I think I must ask you to leave now,” the fortune-teller said with great dignity. She’d stopped
looking at Kassie’s palm.
“See what you’ve done?” Kassie snapped at her brother, twisting around in the wooden chair so that she could glare. “Now I’ll never be able to find out about the golden stranger.”
“Oh for the love of… I can’t believe you are wasting a penny on this nonsense. Kassie you should know better than to believe this.” Jay crossed his arms and glared. “The only thing this woman is doing is swindling people out of their money.”
“Perhaps I should take a look at your palm. I’m sure I could make you a believer.” Logan suddenly got a really bad feeling. If Jay sat down in that chair, whatever the fortune-teller foretold wouldn’t be because she saw it in his future. It would be because she’d make it his future. And it would be bad.
Kassie must have heard something in the woman’s voice. She got up uneasily. “Come on Jay. Let’s just leave.”
“I don’t know.” Jay scratched thoughtfully at his cheek. “I’m not sure I want to turn my nose up at free fakery.”
“Do my fortune,” Logan said, physically pushing past his friend and sitting in the wooden chair across from the fortune-teller. He pulled a nickel, silver, from his pocket and put it in her palm. “Please.”
The nickel disappeared much the same way the penny had, with a flick of the fortune-teller’s wrist. Then she was looking at him with her dark eyes. Everything inside the rose colored tent went deathly still. Even Jay was silent. Logan offered his palm.
“I don’t need to tell your future,” the fortune-teller said. Her voice was low and urgent. “You already know it.”
The daydreams, the visions, that Logan sometimes had came rushing to him. He was lying on a bed, cool sheets rucked up beneath his naked body. Someone was above him – very naked and very male – pressing him down. There were lips at his throat and a voice whispering to low and urgent in a language he didn’t understand.
Logan wanted to touch the stranger above him but couldn’t. In his hands was something hard and smooth. It was precious, this thing, and he had to keep it safe. He trembled with the urge to touch, but his fingers curled around the stone instead. The man above him kissed him briefly, chastely, on the lips. Then that wicked mouth was moving lower…
The fortune-teller touched his arm and Logan jerked back into the here and now. His cheeks burned. “I have some advice for you. Watch for the one with golden eyes. He is not your friend.”
Mr. Parsons, his professor in the Holy tongue, had golden colored eyes. Something went cold and hard in Logan’s stomach.
“Thank you,” Logan murmured. He got unsteadily to his feet, knocking over the chair in the process. That seemed to break whatever spell had fallen in the fortune-teller’s tent. Kassie blinked like she had just come out from a fog. Jay was a little more vocal.
“Blasted woman. She took your money and didn’t even give you a reading. I would call the constable if I were you and have him investigate.” Logan did not like the way the fortune-teller narrowed her eyes. He grabbed Jay, thanked the woman, and hustled his friend outside. Kassie followed docilely along.
What he doesn't know, and what I do, was that the guy in his visions is the dragon that injured him when he was younger. ^^
“Come on, Jay. Give the woman a penny. I want my fortune told,” Kassie said as she sat down in the wooden chair opposite the one the fortune-teller had taken. She took a moment to adjust the skirt of her white dress. Jay rolled his eyes, but obligingly handed over a copper penny. Logan watched in amazement as the penny vanish with a quick flick of the fortune-teller’s wrist as soon as it touched her palm.
“Let me see your palm,” the fortune-teller said. Kassie offered her open palm. The fortune-teller took Kassie’s hand in her own, turning the palm and making the appropriate intrigued noises. Jay rolled his eyes. “Ah yes. There will be fortune in your future. You will never want for money.”
“Amazing.” Kassie shot her brother a look.
“What about love?”
“Ah. Let me see.” The fortune-teller peered at Kassie’s palm. “I see a strange in your future. Pale of hair. Golden. He will come from a distant land. It will be love at first sight.” Kassie giggled and sighed.
“And do you see a brunette with dark eyes in my future? Because for a few pennies more, I can see us together,” Jay said to the fortune-teller. Logan elbowed his friend in the side.
“That was crude,” Logan told him.
“I think I must ask you to leave now,” the fortune-teller said with great dignity. She’d stopped
looking at Kassie’s palm.
“See what you’ve done?” Kassie snapped at her brother, twisting around in the wooden chair so that she could glare. “Now I’ll never be able to find out about the golden stranger.”
“Oh for the love of… I can’t believe you are wasting a penny on this nonsense. Kassie you should know better than to believe this.” Jay crossed his arms and glared. “The only thing this woman is doing is swindling people out of their money.”
“Perhaps I should take a look at your palm. I’m sure I could make you a believer.” Logan suddenly got a really bad feeling. If Jay sat down in that chair, whatever the fortune-teller foretold wouldn’t be because she saw it in his future. It would be because she’d make it his future. And it would be bad.
Kassie must have heard something in the woman’s voice. She got up uneasily. “Come on Jay. Let’s just leave.”
“I don’t know.” Jay scratched thoughtfully at his cheek. “I’m not sure I want to turn my nose up at free fakery.”
“Do my fortune,” Logan said, physically pushing past his friend and sitting in the wooden chair across from the fortune-teller. He pulled a nickel, silver, from his pocket and put it in her palm. “Please.”
The nickel disappeared much the same way the penny had, with a flick of the fortune-teller’s wrist. Then she was looking at him with her dark eyes. Everything inside the rose colored tent went deathly still. Even Jay was silent. Logan offered his palm.
“I don’t need to tell your future,” the fortune-teller said. Her voice was low and urgent. “You already know it.”
The daydreams, the visions, that Logan sometimes had came rushing to him. He was lying on a bed, cool sheets rucked up beneath his naked body. Someone was above him – very naked and very male – pressing him down. There were lips at his throat and a voice whispering to low and urgent in a language he didn’t understand.
Logan wanted to touch the stranger above him but couldn’t. In his hands was something hard and smooth. It was precious, this thing, and he had to keep it safe. He trembled with the urge to touch, but his fingers curled around the stone instead. The man above him kissed him briefly, chastely, on the lips. Then that wicked mouth was moving lower…
The fortune-teller touched his arm and Logan jerked back into the here and now. His cheeks burned. “I have some advice for you. Watch for the one with golden eyes. He is not your friend.”
Mr. Parsons, his professor in the Holy tongue, had golden colored eyes. Something went cold and hard in Logan’s stomach.
“Thank you,” Logan murmured. He got unsteadily to his feet, knocking over the chair in the process. That seemed to break whatever spell had fallen in the fortune-teller’s tent. Kassie blinked like she had just come out from a fog. Jay was a little more vocal.
“Blasted woman. She took your money and didn’t even give you a reading. I would call the constable if I were you and have him investigate.” Logan did not like the way the fortune-teller narrowed her eyes. He grabbed Jay, thanked the woman, and hustled his friend outside. Kassie followed docilely along.
