For
jeriendhal's prompt "You mean it was supposed to have a key?" First, an Addergoole Year Nine - Ceinwen and Thornburn, then a Planners.--
“There’s no lock.” Ceinwen sat in front of the mirror, staring at the plaque Thornburn had put around her neck. She’d known that when he sealed it there, but today, with classes just moments away, it seemed more real, more permanent.
“No, there isn’t,” he agreed. He was giving her space this morning, letting her feel her way around this new relationship. What part of her wasn’t busy hating him appreciated the room.
“There’s no way to take it off,” she said, trying not to panic.
“No, there’s not. I will take it off you when I free you.”
She wrapped her hands both around the damned thing, tugging on it, even as the pulling pressed it against her windpipe. It wouldn’t budge. “Why isn’t there a lock? If there was a lock, there’d be a key!” She knew she sounded hysterical, and wasn’t sure she cared anymore.
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