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him. Lucian knows
she’s very attracted to him and feels self-conscious about it.
    He can’t help but smile, she certainly wasn’t
uncertain when they first met. She was a confident warrior and
Spell Weaver who was attracted to him from the first moment they
laid eyes on each other. He chuckles as he remembers that he was
the one lacking confidence, but she was patient. She waited for him
to come around and confess his love for her.
    He’s brought back to the present when she
calls out, “I’ll be right out, I need to visit the ‘necessary. ‘
Okay?”
    He chuckles over her use of the term
“necessary”. He is almost surprised she didn’t say “human
necessary” like the old days. She seems just on the verge of
returning. “Sure Deidra, go ahead. Take your time. I am not going
anywhere,” he calls out to her.
    “Damn I hate that name!” he thinks to
himself. “But it is fitting.” The name means ‘lost wanderer’ in
Gaelic. “She is indeed lost right now. Soon she will remember who
she really is, who I really am. Patience, I just need a little more
patience.” He strokes his raspy whiskered jaw thoughtfully and uses
the time to compose his face into an easy, welcoming mask. His
smile is sincere, he really can’t wait until she comes out from
hiding in his bathroom. But the easy part is truly an effect. His
impatience and eagerness are becoming palpable things, fueling a
yearning, even stronger than the thirst that rules his existence. I
really should go hunting tonight, he muses, but she asked ‘me’ to
come back. I’ll just have to go nearby, south of Deer Creek.

    A Big Piece of Stupid
    Deidra walks into the living room hesitantly,
looking slightly embarrassed. “Do you really want to do this today?
I am feeling like an idiot at the moment, and probably should just
go home.”
    Lucian stands and walks over to stand before
her. He takes her hands into his own, and smiles; “Dee, are you
trying to run away from the feelings, or is it me you want to get
away from?” Lucian demands gently.
    “The feelings! Never you!” she admits quietly
as she stares at her hands in his. She is feeling more than a
little unsure of herself around him at the moment.
    He gently pulls her back to the sofa. “Well,
the feelings should be dealt with. But if you really feel that
uncomfortable this morning we can just hang out. But honestly, I
think it would be a mistake. Don’t you?” Lucian asks softly.
    “Yes, I know you are right. Crap! Where do
you want to start?” she asks reluctantly.
    “You said you dreamt last night. One,
possibly two dreams, let’s start there.” He gently caresses her
hands.
    “I am not ready to talk about the first one,”
she says as she strokes his pale, cool fingers and is again
surprised by their perfection. “I am not even sure it was a dream.
Maybe it was just a fantasy, I’m not sure.” She scoffs at herself a
little, before saying; “But it’s not something I want to share
right now, it’s too precious, too private. Is that okay with you?”
Her voice is barely above a whisper and she won‘t meet his
eyes.
    “You know it is,” he replies earnestly. He
understands better than she knows. He has to struggle to not reveal
how happy her words have made him. “Just share what you can.
Okay?”
    She nods, “Okay. Well, the darkness was back
in my dreams. But it didn’t come back until time to wake up. I was
searching for my kids again, but this time I found Rolan, or
rather, he materialized out of the darkness.” Deidra falls silent
for few moments, and she looks almost despondent. Lucian reaches
out and strokes her hair, and then draws her to him. His heart goes
out to her for her loss. She rarely speaks of her deceased husband
and he wonders what their relationship was like.
    Deidra can’t seem to help herself, she
presses her cheek into his chest. She can feel the coolness of his
body through the material, smell his tantalizing scent, and barely
resists the urge to