Once Upon a Time

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I'm not going to write about death tomorrow morning. Instead, I'm going to try to tell the story of how Lohain and I met. It's hard, because there are mysteries involved, and the backstory is complex. I simply won't be able to relate anything but the essence.

I used to write here about my daimon, the "masculine muse" and ideal lover. My daimon first began to appear in my fantasies when I was twelve, and although his original, more gentle form was eventually replaced by a warrior-prince, his spirit shone through every romantic hero in my personal mythic stories.

Behind the cut is a brief episode from that very first story. The prose was edited many times over the years, but basic actions and chemistry of the scene have never changed. I wrote this for the first time when I was perhaps fourteen years old, probably before I'd ever actually been kissed.

I'm posting it here now because it has everything to do with meeting Lohain for the first time.



Ten minutes later they were on their marks again. Adria's heart was pounding, but now she felt as much anticipation as fear. Glen’s advice had helped.

"Ready? And. . . Action!"

The initial confrontation went smoothly, and Richard was relieved to see the usual increase of intensity in Adria's performance. The light in her eyes was different this time: not stiffly daring, but flaming, and her whole body seemed energized. Where before she had held herself stiffly apart, now she was subtly leaning toward him.

"This is my right!”

His words were a growl. He pulled Adria hard against his body, feeling part of her resist, part of her mould to him. Her eyes met his squarely, daring him to fulfill the unspoken promise – daring him with her own fearlessness. Where did the shy little girl go? He tangled one hand in her hair and held her hard to prevent the struggle he knew she wouldn't offer. Then his mouth came down hard on hers.

She didn't freeze. Her lips parted; her acceptance was as fierce as his onslaught – and then she was kissing him back, deeply and passionately. He felt her small hands against his back, then one of them in the hair on the back of his neck. She wasn't just moving her mouth, she was putting her whole body into it, in a way that aroused every nerve in his own body.

For a few long seconds, there was only the feel of her mouth and her body and her hands, then she was gently disengaging, and he suddenly remembered where they were. She had kept her composure, while he had blanked.

She remained in his embrace, but he no longer held her with bruising force. Their eyes met again. Hers were shining in the aftermath of the kiss. Her words was gentle, but not to be denied. "Don't you understand, Steve? That's why I have to go with you."

He took a deep breath and nodded. "All right. Come on.” They joined hands, and walked out of the camera range.

Silence.

"Cut!" Glen finally shouted.

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