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Raven // Ezra (Shae) Dufraisne (in_the_wings) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-02 22:55:00

Entry tags:

changing woman, raven

Who: Shae and Kamillah
What: Stairway to...heaven?
Where: The stairwell
When: October 2, shortly before midnight and after this thread
Warning: ...yeah, okay, there's a SMUT ALERT.

Two days, Shae thought as he pressed himself flush against the wall of the third floor landing. I'm gone for two fucking days, and everything goes to pot. He was seriously beginning to wonder if someone at the bar had spiked his drink.

His day was supposed to be done. He'd caught the perp, he'd collected on the bounty- hell, he'd even met an unsuspecting neighbor in the process. It was time to kick back and relax.

So why was he suddenly walking into a goddamn Egyptian tomb? And then some kind of Greco-Roman temple? The stairwell had seemed normal enough that he'd sought refuge there, and he'd been hoping against hope that somehow this elaborate hallucination of his would evaporate by the third floor, but- nope, no such luck.

Shae was usually a logical person. A rational person. Maybe a little gullible at times, and certainly susceptible to a well-planned swindle. But this...this, was out of control. Was he actually losing his mind, or were there trees growing out of the third floor? What would he find in his own apartment, if he could even make it that far without dissolving into a giant puddle of crazy? He was starting to get really nervous, and when Shae was really nervous, he had a bit of an itchy trigger finger. That didn't necessarily bode well for anyone else who might have been unlucky enough to take the stairs...

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sugar_cycle
2010-10-27 06:54 am UTC (link)

What escaped Kami's slightly parted lips at his touch barely counted as a word - too breathy and soft and surprised; it teased against his damp hair, along the curve of his ear. Her hand at his shoulder shifted, too, at his increased closeness until her fingers curled over him. Short nails dug slightly into his skin as her grip tightened.

Catching her reaction a few seconds too late, Kami giggled breathlessly and forced her fingers to relax. Then she slipped her palm along his shoulder to rest, cupped, at the base of his neck. "You know," she whispered, "I'm doubting anyone's more dangerous than you at this point."

Almost without thinking, her fingers worked their way into his damp curls. Kami's eyes half-closed and he could hear her take a shallow, impatient little breath to calm herself. "Really, really, really doubting it, Mr. Ezra Dufraisne. God."

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