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For [personal profile] inventrix's prompt.

Fae Apoc has a landing page here.

The Wild Ones are a family line of half-breed Ellehemaei; the lives of three of them are chronicled in my very dark webserial The Wild Ones' Blood.

This story has suggestions of violence and rape, but no on-screen either.

"That's the last of this year's rose wine." Aglæca poured the dregs of the jug into two glasses, letting the last of the pinkish liquid drip slowly into the blue vessels. "And a month before it's time to start on this year's."

"We'll have to make do." Angela took her glass and breathed in its floral notes. "It always sounds as if it's singing to me."

"Maybe it is." Aglæca stared at her own glass, willing its secrets to her. "It's always seemed to have a bit of... essence, I guess, in it, hasn't it?"

"Life," Angela agreed, and swirled a little in her mouth. "The last bit is always a bit bittersweet, you know?"

"The last we'll taste of it." Aglæca took an ungraceful gulp. "Until the next time. Yes, I think I almost heard a song. Or a scream."

"Mm, screams." Angela's smile was sharp and fierce, like the woman herself. "Yes. I know there's no blood in it, but you can almost taste it, can't you? Just a little drip of his life, there?"

"You're a poet, Ang. A bloody poet." She stroked her sister's claret-red hair, pushing it behind one tufted ear. "It should have his life in there, the way we've got the roots going."

"Mmm." That only made her smile wider, and she sipped the wine slowly, savoring it, savoring the essence in it. "Do you think he's still alive down there?"

"I can't imagine he can die that easily. And I made damn sure that he couldn't get out." She looked out the window, where the trellis of grapes shared space with the thorny roses.

"It must be horrible, having a plant growing into you, not able to move, able to feel everything." Angela's eyes clouded with memory, and her sister hugged her tightly.

"And he deserves every moment of it. Drink up. Cass heard something down the road, thinks it might be another one." Before her sister could twitch, before she could show fear, Aglæca showed her teeth. "We might need to plant another rose bush."

She was rewarded with a feral smile in return. "This time, let's plant red ones."

Continued here

Date: 2012-02-18 09:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] inventrix
Oooh boy, creepy. O.O

Also, huh. I would not have seen suggestions of rape if you hadn't put a disclaimer up.

Date: 2012-02-18 11:45 pm (UTC)
inventrix: (Default)
From: [personal profile] inventrix
I dunno, better safe than sorry and all that, right? :P

(To be fair, I had a feeling that prompt was going to come out creepy... xD)

Date: 2012-02-21 05:15 am (UTC)
clare_dragonfly: woman with green feathery wings, text: stories last longer: but only by becoming only stories (HP: Hufflepuff: underestimate/last laugh)
From: [personal profile] clare_dragonfly
Ooh. Ooh, very cool. I like to imagine that it's Ardell under there :D


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