Nanowrimo Day 6-Riot of Purple Profanity

Ah, nothing more inspirational than hearing Idina Menzel sing “Let It Go” and doing just that. Brain half-engaged and writing.

Word Count: 10,074….only 39,926 more words to go….


Kaden watched as Phoebe mixed together herbs and oils, and anointed candles and then used sage to purify the room. It smelled great at least even if it did seem a little hokey to him. He liked to watch her capable fingers as they used the mortar and pestle.

Her greenish eyes transitioned colors and he thought it was just a trick of the light until he saw the color shift within seconds a she stood still, chanting something under her breath as she rubbed herbs over the candles.

He felt his breath quicken as he watched her so absorbed. It was as if she had forgotten that he was there.

A wind kicked up and brought the sound of the breaking waves westward. The wind chimes in her garden jangled hypnotically.

He could almost envision her dancing at midnight, in the moonlight, wearing a shear sheath, her body swaying. He imagined her naked beneath that sheath, the outline of her body in the silver light. His body responded to the image. His breath quickened and he could feel himself start to harden.

“Crap,” he muttered.

Her eyes darted quizzically to his face and she tilted her head ever so slightly. She resumed her chant and closed her eyes to focus.

He wanted to extend his forefinger and touch her chin so that her eyes would meet his. He wanted to touch her, make love.

“If you don’t stop with those thoughts, I’m going to have to start over,” she said softly.

He nodded. Maybe it was better if he just sat outside, away from her for a little bit. He might be a songwriter, but he normally didn’t have the greatest imagination, certainly not the one that was taking him over at the moment.

He sat on a rocking chair and looked toward the ocean. Even with the minimal light, he could see the white breakers. The wind whistled around the building, a slight chill as it blew across the ocean.

Words entered his mind. Water spirits and curses and witch eyes.

A cat meowed against the window screen of the adjacent room, its plaintive voice settling around him.

“Are you okay?” Phoebe asked as she opened the screen door.

“Feeling a little funky,” he said.

“I thought so. You are sending out some weird vibes.”

“Me? I thought it was you.”

She shook her head. “It’s all you. You know, you have nothing to worry about from us. The Aunts and me.”

“It’s going to work, right?”

“Easy peasy.”

Kaden felt a bit like an idiot as he stood inside the circle of salt and candles. The Aunts and Phoebe were dressed in street clothes. He didn’t know what he had expected. Well, yes, he did. He thought they were change into something flowing and exotic and witchlike and dance around the circle doing some kind of pagan dance. Actually he had kind of hoped they would do an exotic dance around him, maybe with a little skin showing. Isn’t that what witches did? Weren’t they known for nakedness and debauchery? Just his luck that he would get witches who were prudes.

“Kaden, could you stifle the naked thought for a few minutes?” Phoebe asked, her hands on her hips.

“I thought you weren’t supposed to be listening in on my thoughts.”

“I wouldn’t be except you are thinking really loudly.”

“How the hell can I think loudly? You’re just making up and excuse so you can listen in.”

The Aunts exchanged an amused glance.

“If I can interject, here,” Philo said. “It’s because your connection has opened up more and gotten stronger.”

“Of course it has,” Kaden said, rolling his eyes.

Phoebe bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. He scowled at her.

“Can we just get this over with?” Kaden asked.

Five minutes later, it was done. Kaden stood there doubtfully. He waited, expecting to feel different, but he felt the same. The exact same.  When he mentioned this, Caroline grinned.

“Did you feel differently after Serena cursed you?” Caroline asked.

“No.”

“So why would you feel differently when the curse has been removed?”

“It just seems like I should,” he said.

He was still standing in the same spot as they cleaned up the storeroom. Finally he shook his head and raked his fingers through his hair. He had to get a handle on himself. He would get a good night’s sleep and be on the plane home tomorrow. His life would get back to normal and he might just have some interesting source material for some strange songs. All witchy woman and voodoo paradise.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” Phoebe asked. She tilted the dustpan over the trash and glanced at him. He almost thought he saw desire in her eyes. He tamped down that thought. It confused him that she could know what he was thinking.

“That would be great, thanks. I want you to know that I really appreciate everything you’ve done. I should pay you for your time,” he said.

Phoebe shook her head and hurt appeared in her eyes.

“If it hadn’t been for my cousin, you wouldn’t have needed us. I just hope everything works out the way you want it.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

An overwhelming desire to enfold her in his arms washed over him. Her eyes widened as she looked at him and she took a step back.

“What’s going on with you?” she asked.

“I don’t have the slightest idea. I’ve been feeling strange since early this afternoon. All I want to do is touch you and taste every inch of your body.”

“Well, huh,” she said. “It does sound kind of nice now that you mention it.”

“Should I try to touch you?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

She nodded. “Yes, please.”

“Always such a polite woman,” he said.

He extended his fingers to caress her pale skin. Just as he was about to touch her, she jumped back out of reach, her eyes frightened.\

“Did you see that?” she asked.

Aunt Philo appeared in the doorway. “What happened?”

Phoebe gulped. “He was about to touch me and a blue light surged from his fingers.”

Kaden frowned. “I didn’t see any blue light.”

“The hottest part of fire is blue,” Aunt Philo commented.

 

end of Day 6!

7 thoughts on “Nanowrimo Day 6-Riot of Purple Profanity

        1. I can understand that. I think it comes from the fact that we have a certain blog persona and the “sexy” writing isn’t normally part of that. Although sexy should probably be a bit more acceptable than trying to ink in the thoughts of a serial killer.🙂

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