[31_days] Wishful thinking

I can't seem to let these two old characters go. I've always enjoyed writing Edward and the cross-dressing Viscount, Alex, so I've revived them instead. I'm rewriting some of their history. One day I swear I'll be a able to make an outline of their story.

31_days 11 Jan prompt: my fingers will find yours, tangle & sweeten the air

Alex and their challenger walked ten paces and Edward observed with trepidation. He was bundled warmly under his coat when they've left the house, but on the open field the chilly kiss of dawn seeped through the layers. He'd exhausted his means at multiple attempts to dissuade both his friend and the foreigner to settle their differences in gentlemanly but less fatal ways but neither budged. He tried to reassure himself that nobody he knew had died from a duel, and his friend the viscount couldn't possibly be the first.

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[31_days] Dreams at dawn

31_days 13 Jan prompt Each night reunites me with the feral tenderness of my own evil.

Him, again. The face of a little boy with cheeks hollow from a disease. Green eyes always stared beyond her, as if she were a ghost that couldn't be seen.

Every day since they moved into this great house, she'd observe him in her dreams. He never muttered a word, only looked right through her. And every time she tried to speak, a sudden wind would push back the words from where they came.

In the morning the servant helped her dress and in the mirror was the same face of the little boy. She was a twin, after all.

[tripledrabbles] Home

tripledrabbles Triple Drabble Challenge 004: Withdrawal

She arrived home three days ago. They last talked at the airport. She got back in town this morning and his flight home to Manila wasn't until the end of the month. The other night he left a message on Facebook, "Are you home?" and she left a reply though he wasn't online. She couldn't text him international SMS and she was out of town all weekend, with no internet. She was exhausted but restless. If she had more energy, she would've been bouncing from elation to depression every second. For now, she could only go through the motions every night.

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