Loss and Change

Some down time and a bit of interesting music is the thing that’s needed to get people back on track.  It helped with me a bit last night, though I still had a few distractions last night, which seems to be a theme with me of late . . .

"Now, Annie's going to throw her arms around--is that a cloud outside my window?"

“Now, Annie’s going to throw her arms around–is that a cloud outside my window?”

More like, “Is that Micheal Clarke Duncan on my television?”  Yes, it was The Green Mile time, and there are so many people I would rather be gone than Micheal.  But as some punk kid out of The Bronx once said, only the good die young.

At the same time I was writing and listening to a lot of ELO, because why not?  I needed to get writing, even if I stumbled about finding the right words.  I do that now, taking my time, stumbling so I don’t have to go back and do a lot of rewrites.  It’s a slow way to get things done, but it keeps me from going back and redoing a lot of stuff later.  Considering the size of this series, I don’t need to do a lot of rewriting.

It took me just under two hundred and eighty words to finish the scene in Astria Portal, but I got it done.  And the results are below:

 

(All excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Two: B For Bewitching, copyright 2015 by Cassidy Frazee)

“Yes, it is.” He slipped his arms around Annie’s waist. “You know, I missed this place.”

“You did?” She relaxed in Kerry’s arms. “Why?”

“Because of the kiss we shared here the first time.” He half turned Annie so she was leaning against him. “It was the first one that I felt like I should give—” Kerry rested his head against hers. “That first night on the bench I said I thought something was reminding me to give you a kiss—”

She nodded slowly. “Yes, you mentioned that a few days ago.”

“But when we were here, that first time, after you told me about your parents coming here, I just—” Kerry held Annie tight. “I so wanted to kiss you.”

“And—” Annie sighed. “To tell me something else.”

“Yes.” He stepped around to face her, his eyes locked on hers. He kissed her slowly in the soft blue light of his cold fire, holding the kiss for well on to five seconds. The few seconds after Kerry broke the kiss he touched her lips with his left index finger. “You are lovely.”

Even though she knew his statement was coming, Annie felt the same way as she had that night almost a year ago: light headed and weak, her legs and arms vibrating like they were about to cease functioning at any moment. “Oh, Kerry . . .” She pressed herself against him and felt his arms hold her in place. “You do this to me.”

Kerry twisted a few strands of her hair around his fingers. “You’re not gonna, you know—like last time?”

“Faint?” Annie shook her head. “Not this time. But all the other times—here, at the Samhain dance, out at Lake Lovecraft when you finally remembered everything and said you would never leave me . . . She closed her eyes an lay against her soul mate. “I don’t lose control with other students, with instructors, even with my parents. You are the only one who makes me feel this weak.”

She took a moment to stand, holding his hands in each of hers. Annie knew exactly what this looked like: as if they were preparing to say their vows. “When we stopped her last year, it was with the hope that by telling you what my parents did here, I could get you to remember what we had before you sealed me away in your mind. It didn’t, but it brought out something different in you, something that had an effect upon me that I never expected . . .

“I used to think of this tower as the place where my parent came to kiss and let their own romance develop, but I don’t think that any more—” She turned to face the ball of cold fire keeping them bathed in cool, blue light. “This is our tower; this is where our romance, our love, developed in ways I never imagined. This is where I learned how deep your feelings for me could run. This is where I learned how you could affect my feelings . . .”

Annie squeezed Kerry’s hand as she drew him to her. “This is where I learned that, with you, I could lose control.”

 

Annie prides herself in staying in control.  Yes, she’s lost it a couple of times–*cough*Lisa*cough*–and every time she does she almost get into trouble.  So when she told Kerry she doesn’t lose it with students, well . . . he diplomatically didn’t mention some of her worst moments there.

With Kerry, however–he’s making her swoon.  Yes, that’s the term:  swoon.  The first time it happened Annie was down in the dirt; the second time she held on to Kerry for dear life, ’cause passing out while everyone’s standing around you watching you dance is usually considered bad form.

This is Annie, and there’s only one person who make her swoon.  And a swoony Annie is a happy Annie.

I started the next scene, almost twenty-four hours later in the story, and the open of the scene tells you everything you need to know–

 

Unlike the Advanced Formulistic Magic lab, the Advanced Transformation class met in a warm, comfortable room found in the southwest corner of the Transformation Center’s lower level. Kerry learned of the location during lunch, when Professor Kishna approached Annie and him and told him about that evening’s class. She mentioned that she liked having class there because there were a small number of students, they didn’t require a lot of room, and being in that second of the lower levels make it easier to control who had access to the room.

The one thing Kerry took away from the conversation was that, above all, Jessica liked keeping things private.

 

Jessica is a private person:  there’s not a lot known about her, because she doesn’t say much.  She just looks mean and transforms, and when students piss her off she changes them–true story, and something you may get to see in future scenes.

Her newest students show with someone in tow–

 

“They’re from Cerdwen.” Jessica made a face as if she found admitting that information distasteful. “Are you joining us tonight, Annie?”

“Yes and no.” She’d thought hard about appearing tonight, for after telling the professor last year that she wanted to learn advanced transformation magic from Kerry, she wondered if showing up tonight could lead Jessica to think she should try to get Annie to reconsider. “I wanted to see how the first class goes, but at the same time I want to stick to my original plan of having Kerry teach me what he’s learned.” She took Kerry’s hand. “He needs to do that if he’s to be my Dark Witch.”

Jessica nodded, unwilling to comment at this time on Annie’s decision. “Well, you’re welcome to come at any time, just so you know. You’re even allowed to participate, if you like.”

Annie grinned her approval. “Thank you, Professor.”

“Speaking of that—” Kerry slightly bowed his head and spoke in a lower tone. “How should we, um—”

Jessica knew what Kerry was going to ask: they’d already attended enough advanced classes to know how they were conducted. “You can address me by my given name—” She gave Kerry an amused glare. “Unless that makes you uncomfortable.”

He shook his head. “No, not at all . . . Jessica.” Kerry smiled, satisfied he’d actually managed to speak the name. “Thanks.”

“Yes, thank you, Jessica.” Though she knew Kerry liked the transformation instructor, Annie was also aware that he was somewhat intimidated by her. She knew Jessica was far more strict than the majority of instructors and that played up her authoritative side during class, but Annie also remembered all the times when Jessica would complement Kerry and she for not only completing a lesson, but often doing more than expected.

When it came to intimidating instructors, she knew of someone who far better fit that description.

 

Yes, Annie does know a far more intimidating instructor, though it’s true that neither Jessica or Helena have squared off against each other for any reasons.  Too much respect there, I suppose, to get into a throw-down with the Mistress of All Things Dark.  Also, Jessica’s the most senior Coven Leader after Erywin, so maybe she doesn’t want to blow that image of being a respected elder.

Then again, it is known she transformed into a large, viscous animal and mauled a former Headmaster to death, so, you know, her rep is pretty secure.

Annie being there–that’s to satisfy her curiosity.  Or is it?  Won’t say at this point, but she’s there now, and as she states, that won’t always be the case.  This will be the first time these two have classes apart, though, again, that won’t always happen.  What do I mean?  Just wait.

In the end I was just short of nine hundred and fifty words written.  Not bad for a few distractions while looking for the right words.  Tonight, after work, it’s Face Zapping Time, so expect there to be some pictures of a swollen face tomorrow.

And some more writing.  I promise.