Word #139

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The first word I chose today was "digoxin" which shows the perils of using a medical textbook to find a word.

Don't worry - I find something more suitable!


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Today's word is: wisdom

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Title: Not Wise At All
Fandom/original: original (my vampire story Before Dawn)
Characters: Jonathan, Christian
Rating: T
Word count:603

This was among the most stupid things he had ever done in his life. There was no thought behind his actions, no wisdom. He was acting completely on instinct, emotion. And it was not wise at all. Yet it was exhilarating, this first ever lack of judgement. It was so free to just not listen to what his brain said to him, not rely on his years of experience, the part of him who knew better.

Wisdom could kiss his ass, he'd take this any day.

Lips warm under his, the boy still human enough to be warm, despite what their mistress had done to him. Even with all the Blood running through his veins, the young man had still retained a modicum of life, normalcy. And he was like the boy now, having forgone what would have been the wise option, what would have been safe. This wasn't.

Hot fingers touched his cheek, wound about his neck as the boy kissed him back. Caught in a stolen moment they were just feeling. Letting themselves go. And he still was amazed how he, with all his years and the wisdom that they should have given him, had finally given in.

He knew why.

It was because doing the wrong thing felt so good. And the boy was gorgeous, the boys was his, if only for this one moment. This one precious kiss and a feel. His life's blood pumping under his fingers as he caressed the boys neck, dark eyes looked at him. A gasp escaped the kiss swollen lips. And he hadn't even nicked the boy. Ha daren't. He wasn't that much of a fool.

“She'll know...” the boy said in hushed tones, yet not backing away, not making any move to step out of the vampire's reach. His hot human fingers lingered on the pale man's cheek, wondering. The touch couldn't be alien to him.

“She always does,” he replied. And yet he would take what would come, for what he'd gotten, this last taste of humanity still so pure despite all, it had been enough. It would make him be wise for the both of them in the years to come. For he knew the desire slumbering within the boy, and also within himself. There was no denying the pull between them.

The boy looked at him, Christian his name was. Such a sweet name, a sweet face. Such unwise passions. First a love for a cruel woman, a mad master vampire, their coven mother. A foolish love for she did not feel for him. And at the same time, she did. But only when she was sane, only when she was who she had been over a hundred years ago. The sweet girl from long ago, an aristocrat gone mad during the Revolution. Having seen the utter madness of his love, the boy had seen what he had to offer. And he'd come for him. Now. In this, their first and last encounter.

He might have to pay for it with his life, if not more, his humanity.

“Jonathan...,” his name fell sweetly from the boys lips. He was so old as to always call him boy, for he was old, so old. And had the advantage of his mistress not really being his own. He could rebel. He could fight back against her reign of terror. If that would be wise, only time would tell.

In between, he'd taste some more oblivion on his lips, feel the boy, love the boy, and dream of snatching him away by a kiss. Foolish. In love. Not wise.