Haven’t done a Sunday Serenity post in a while, so here you have the creek in my backyard;
So yesterday I was supposed to work on Crossroads, but instead I got caught up with a character whose story is about 25 years after Crossroads, so I wrote out a little reunion scene between him and his love interest who haven’t seen each other in about 4 or 5 years, and now he seems to have lurked away into a corner, yet again freeing my brain to play in Zander’s story. If anyone is curious, it is Zander’s son, who looks like he’s going to be as cracktastic to write about as Zander is… I can’t wait to get to his story!
So here is the snip, I don’t know what comes next (my friends are telling me reunion hawt SEX) or what led up to this scene, but enjoy;
Caladorn leaned against the door frame, watching her as she was carefully setting weapons out on the table. She didn’t see him, engrossed in what she was doing. There was a hardness to her, that hadn’t been there before, a few more scars, more confidence. Her hair pulled back in the tight braid with a few stray curls framing her narrow face. Her dark eyes locked on her weapons. She half turned and caught sight of him, halting mid-step, eyes going wide.
“You came!” She shrieked, he barely moved in time to brace himself for her leap at him. He caught her with a low laugh, wrapping an arm around her waist as her arms slid around his neck, legs around his waist. She kissed him and the cares and worries and annoyances fell away. When they broke apart, she slowly lowered her legs to the floor, leaning against him, not letting go .
“I said I’d visit.” He brushed her hair from her face. Her eyes were overly bright.
“Saying is one thing, doing, is another.” She tipped her head to one side, tracing the thin scar on his jawline her smile fading. “You’re not here just for a visit are you?”
Have a happy Sunday!