This felt deliciously wicked, probing into his home, sensing from his possessions more about the man that he was. She could hear many things, but was able to filter out those unneccesary distractions. She could feel and hear the very air that brushed against her, sensitivity was one of her skills. But she had never felt anything like this. She allowed her form to become solid as she lay on his bed, she picked his book up but the words meant nothing to her. A magazine lay carelessly tossed on the bedside table, human females sprawled across its pages, pouting provacatively and posed in exaggerated sexual positions. She copied their expressions and poses. feeling ridiculous and soon growing bored she carelessly threw it to the floor.

 

The faint vibration from her life thread reminded her that she had been here too long, but recklessly she ignored it and sensing he slept she entered the room he was in. The game was finished and an empty beer bottle had fallen to the floor. She watched his chest rise and fall, timing her own to it and tuning herself into the atmosphere of the room. The noise from the picture box annoyed her but she left it in case the silence woke him.

She hovered over him, her hair falling softly onto his chest. She traced fingers along his face, featherlight they left a golden tinge where she touched. She knew his eyes were blue and he wore lenses to watch the pictures and to read. She picked the lenses up, could see and smell his scent on them, mixed with beer and ink from his reading. She looked through them and laughed at how large everything appeared.

 

He sighed in his sleep as she watched him. The urge to touch him all over was strong but she knew it would be wrong, even though he was a mere human she respected him. Impishly she tickled his nose, he grunted and brushed his hand against his face. She watched his lips and could almost taste the alcohol and the taste that was him. She put her lips to his, she knew of other fairies who had done this and suffocated the human they were exploring. But she hated taking any form of life. The shock of the alcohol hit her hard, the tiny trace was enough to send her reeling. Losing her balance and feeling the effects of intoxication she realised what it was like to feel drunk.

It was the weakening of the thread that attached her body to the veil, and to her land beyond, that allowed the alcohol to effect her so much. She was giddy and felt a strange feeling of euphoria. She lay on her back and watched the light as it flickered across the walls and ceilings. Entranced at the dancing lights and shadows that played before her eyes she was unaware that he had woken up.

 

 

 

 

 

My mind has been filled with those things that life brings, those things that it throws at you, yet all you can do is hope to stand still long enough to catch them.

I wanted to emmerse myself in thoughts and fantasies, to be swept along on gossimer wings that my fairy story whispers to me. But reality drags it from me, easier to push them away and think-I will save them for another day...

and isn't it typical that as I think I don't have a clue what to write, thoughts begin to filter through into my mind. Thoughts of a fantastical place, and a verdant green land. the temptation that living in one can bring, and its need to taste of the other. A man, a woman, from different places. A meeting of minds, and the irresistable pull of something that is there but cannot be seen.