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She had five days left, and one of those two lost evenings, she'd spent...sexting him.
The Shade wasn't sure if she was drunk or somehow looking to sweeten his disposition in a bid for more time. Greater beauties had tried and failed, and more powerful mages had reached for his power and suffered his wrath. She was resigned to her fate, content with his claim...and she was cute as all hell, if he was being honest, but he couldn't see it from more than an aesthetic sense.
Unless she was around. Had to be her power, but she reminded him far too much of his days as a living man...too much for comfort.
Which was why he pulled up to her dance studio on his bike, a convenience he kept for his longer stays in the land of the living. Killing the engine, he dismounted and ambled inside, where heavy music was pounding through a sound system and a trio of women in the middle of the floor were jerking and swaying with the beat...one of them being Courtney.
And, in spite of himself, the Shade would have lost his breath had he any to give up.
Watching her as the rhythm pulsed through her limbs and seemed to push and pull her across the floor, he was reminded of his fight with Heaven and Hell, and the archangels he saw in combat. Of God's legion, they were the most terrible of creatures: vengeful, dazzling, and perfect in their beauty. The divine rage of God's own army made them move much the same, wings spreading and sweeping as they cut through the air, sword arms thrusting and cleaving through his souls...power and poetry in motion, demanding attention even as they tried to decimate his ranks.
Courtney...she moved in the dance like an archangel in combat, and she did it with the purity and impish glee of an imp straight out of the badlands of Limbo.
And, until the music died, she had him completely transfixed as he watched her work.
The Shade wasn't sure if she was drunk or somehow looking to sweeten his disposition in a bid for more time. Greater beauties had tried and failed, and more powerful mages had reached for his power and suffered his wrath. She was resigned to her fate, content with his claim...and she was cute as all hell, if he was being honest, but he couldn't see it from more than an aesthetic sense.
Unless she was around. Had to be her power, but she reminded him far too much of his days as a living man...too much for comfort.
Which was why he pulled up to her dance studio on his bike, a convenience he kept for his longer stays in the land of the living. Killing the engine, he dismounted and ambled inside, where heavy music was pounding through a sound system and a trio of women in the middle of the floor were jerking and swaying with the beat...one of them being Courtney.
And, in spite of himself, the Shade would have lost his breath had he any to give up.
Watching her as the rhythm pulsed through her limbs and seemed to push and pull her across the floor, he was reminded of his fight with Heaven and Hell, and the archangels he saw in combat. Of God's legion, they were the most terrible of creatures: vengeful, dazzling, and perfect in their beauty. The divine rage of God's own army made them move much the same, wings spreading and sweeping as they cut through the air, sword arms thrusting and cleaving through his souls...power and poetry in motion, demanding attention even as they tried to decimate his ranks.
Courtney...she moved in the dance like an archangel in combat, and she did it with the purity and impish glee of an imp straight out of the badlands of Limbo.
And, until the music died, she had him completely transfixed as he watched her work.
