The Rune Vision: Gettin’ Ready and Set

I thought I’d get in some writing this morning, but while the mind was willing, the body wasn’t in the mood for that shit, not at seven in the morning, which was when I crawled out of bed.  I also had to run out and send off something UPS before heading over to Dick’s and picking up a sports bra that was not only on sale, but fits so well I may go back tomorrow and pick up two more.

Getting out is something I’m trying to do so I don’t get stuck in another mental rut and begin falling into the rabbit hole.  I don’t have to do anything, but being away from the apartment does wonders for me.  I’ll see how I feel after doing this for a couple of weeks.

But after an hour nap I felt like doing something, so I sat before the computer and wrote six hundred words, said words being the opening to the vision Kerry is having–you’ll know this right away.  And like the other vision, there’s a bit of a set up:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

The mirror forms in the air and you take a moment to examine your attire and features. Hair is a little longer than when you graduated, but your facial features haven’t changed much at all, which is why it’s necessary to add some aging to your face before going out—the curse of being an Aware who doesn’t age at the same rate as a Normal.

It’s easy to see the rest of your body as well, which is almost perfectly average. The black dress pants are perfectly tailored, as is your white dress shirt, because of a little transformation magic, and your half-brogues feel as broken in as a pair you’ve own for years even though you bought them this morning.

You’ve just finished fastening the cummerbund around your waist when Annie walks out of the bathroom in her bra and panties, having just made her hair and makeup as perfect as possible. She stand on the other side of the large bedroom from you and waves at the air before her, creating her own full-length mirror. She slides her feet into a pair of black pumps before turning around to face you. “Give me a hand with my dress?”

“Of course.” As Annie levitates the dress to a position directly behind her you hold it lightly by the shoulders and phase it through her body. She helps position it until it’s perfectly in place and the moment she nods to let you know she’s satisfied, you remove the spell and take a couple of steps back. “Black metallic looks great on you.”

Annie turns and smiles. “Why wouldn’t it, my love?”

You make a quick nod towards her right shoulder. “That new ink is peeking through; you gonna hide that?”

Annie checks the tiny portion of her new tattoo just visible beyond the hem of the sleeve and makes it vanish with the wave of her hand. “Good catch. I wouldn’t want to risk that someone’s seen that somewhere else.” She looks at you as you return to your mirror. “Are you wearing earrings tonight?”

“I was thinking of wearing my diamond studs, but I’m not sure which ones.” You shrug. “What do you think? Squares? Hexagons?”

“Did you bring the octagons?”

“Yeah.”

“Wear those. I like them.”

“Done.” You remove the earrings from a nearby jewelry box and deftly slip them into place.

Annie continues admiring you as she put on her own earrings and a tiny smile curls up the right corner of her mouth. “I wish you could wear the dangling pentagrams you wore the last time we were out.”

“I would love to wear them as well, but they’d look a little out of place on this form.” You snort as you tie your tie. “That’s the problem with going to these swanky parties as a guy: it’s all the standard white shirt/black tie bullshit.” You finish your tie and tug the ends as you face Annie. “The only good this is I get to wear a bow tie—”

Annie slowly walks towards you. “Because bow ties are cool.”

The moment Annie is close enough you put your arm around her waist and give her a kiss. “Exactly, Pond.” You kiss her lips once more before releasing her. “See, I knew that part of me would rub off on you.”

“Don’t congratulate yourself too much—” She checks her appearance again in your mirror. “That’s about all I remember after a decade of your quotes.” After quickly touching her hair into place she glances towards you. “Do you think they’re going to give us any time together after tonight?”

 

There we start: looks like the kids are a bit more grown up–though, it would seem, not as old as they were in their last vision–and they’re going somewhere nice.

But why?

Well, wait until tomorrow–