Words that CutHe finally told her exactly how little he thought of her, enjoying the sight of her shrinking into herself with every attack. He had carefully considered his final blow beforehand."You will die alone, and no-one will mourn you." It broke something in her, but not what he'd expected."Good. I do not consider making other people feel bad a pursuit worthy of my time." Her smile was serene. "Go away, and never come back."He had no words left that could touch her.She was glad finally her doubts had been removed, and she was free of him.
Spiritual ProblemsElin dismissed her familiar spirit of years. She was sick of the ghostly cat coughing up lumps of ectoplasma on the carpet, or leaving half-eaten imps on the doorstep.Surely summoning a dog would be better.When the dog brought home an unscathed imp that wrecked the living room before she could dismiss it, she realised she should have made sure not to get a retriever.
RevelryNico ambled away from the main hubbub of the party, and found Daaren on the veranda, apparently watching the gardens. She propped herself up next to him, and asked conversationally, "So, why'd you leave?""Too noisy. Too many people." It was a lot easier than arguing semantics. He was still here. "What about you?""I needed to get away from the bowle for a bit. Packs more of a punch than I thought. And I wanted to make sure you didn't get lost, or something.""Still determined to stay till the end?"Noting the pre-dawn sky, Nico answered. "Doesn't make much of a difference now, does it?" After a look around, she added, "Let's go up to the roof and watch the sunrise. I bet there are even less people up there, too."Daaren chuckled and followed her.***They took up nearly the same stances as before and watched the sky in comfortable silence. As Daaren saw seeping up from the horizon, he looked at Nico, and noticed tears in her eyes."Are you all right?""I'm feeling great. This is so be