“What?” Bela couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t believe that when she had come to Jakob in her vulnerability that he would ask not about her but about her daughter.
Immediately Jakob knew he had made a mistake as Bela’s face, being the face of a human and not that of a vampire, betrayed her emotions. For she was a human, a human in love with a vampire, but she was also a human who was supernaturally bi-curious about a werewolf.
Jakob’s heart beat in his chest with so much force that he thought it might burst out and while he wanted, need, desperately longed to give his heart to Bela he didn’t think that it bursting out of his chest like an alien and slapping her in the face was the right way to do it. Not yet anyway but it was his back up plan in case all else failed.
I have to fix this, Jakob thought, if I ever want that threesome with Bela and… No Jakob now is not the time. Save it for later.
“I’m worried about you Bela”
Bela Calmed down a little, if it’s about me, she thought, then that’s OK.
Jakob moved closer to her and tentatively raised his warm, unsteady hand to her face.
“It’s just that you’re already upset and I know that if anything happened to Woeisme it would destroy you and it destroying you would destroy me.”
“But what could happen to Woeisme?”
“The pack is out tonight and if they were to come across her then, well nothing good would happen.”
“She’s fine, at home and in bed. But what about you Jakob?” Bela’s breath caught in her throat because she already knew the answer to the question she was about to ask “Why are you here and not out with the pack?” she asked.
Jakob looked down as if afraid to answer the question.
Bela inched closer to him.
Jakob still looked down.
Bela inched closer still.
Jakob’s look stayed resolutely on the floor.
Bela inched so close to him that they could feel the heat from each others bodies and when still his look stayed down she took his face in her hand, just as he had done to her. Then he looked up.
He stared at her, into her. His eyes burning with animalistic passion and spoke, his voice little more than a whisper as though the effort of speaking these words had stripped them of their volume.
“You Bela. It’s all about you.”
Woeisme is safe at home in bed, he thought and we can be angsty and melodramatic together.
But Woeisme wasn’t safe in bed. She had heard her parents fight and while her mother was prone to showing emotions, being human as she was. Her father was a vampire and therefore didn’t show emotions. Something was wrong. She had snuck out of bed just in time to watch her mother flee their home. She spied on her father and what she saw chilled her to her very core. He was holding some king of potato effigy and both his eyebrows were raised a full millimetre in frustration. Woeisme knew something was wrong, something must be done so she snuck out to find her mother.
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I think you misspelled “kind” there.
Unless you *meant* king.
In “Potato Moon,” there is no such thing as wrong word choice, wrong spelling, wrong grammar. There are no mistakes. Everything is intentional.
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PAD
I like it with king. 😀
Perhaps someone else will work the King of Potato(s) into it.
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PAD
Bûggër.
But on the bright side I think it’s the best typo I’ve done, much better than when I replaced loud with load.
No, I’m serious. I really think the Potato King will have to show up at some point in the future as a sort of ubervillain a la the Dark Tower’s Red King.
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PAD
This is great stuff.
I’m checking my mail box for my cue hourly.
(One note: Part 13 isn’t tagged for this category — I had to go looking for it.)
Pad–
You want them to fly on a magic carpet to see the king of the potato people– and you expect me to believe your perfectly sane?
I loved that “aliens” reference as a back-up plan, very subtle but funny.
I’m up next to bat. I’ll try my best to make it a solid pop-up fly that’ll advance the runner.
Potato King, eh? Alright, let’s go with that.
Alright, the ball is in the air with time to spare. Cheers!