[P] [m] afraid you might return for more
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She had left Solomon in the stables - a place that as soon as she had shown it to him it was as if he released a pent up breath that he hadn't realized he was holding in. Everything about the stable was wonderfully familiar, and he immediately settled into a rhythm of checking the animals and speaking to them in his native tongue. Odalis had stayed only for a short time before realizing that this was to be Solomons place - just as the Library had become hers.

She had quietly saddled Bardi and set off along the coast.

They travelled familiar territory, but now everything was green.

Odalis hadn't realized how much the winter had dampened her mood - the endless monochrome of grey and white quieting her spirit. Now as wildflowers ate up the earth she found herself twining them into Bardis mane as they rode, sprigs of white and pink and purple standing out brightly against the darkness of his coat. Tiny birds flitted amongst the tall grass, their beady eyes curiously regarding the large horse as he pushed his way through the blooms.

By the time they came upon the abandoned town it was late afternoon and Odalis felt her stomach growl impatiently.

She dropped from the decorated horse and tied him to an ancient broken pillar of twisted metal before gathering her things and daintily stepping through the broken window. It had once been a general store and as she tiptoed through the place there were still long lines of broken shelving and rusted clothing racks that lay crookedly abandoned. There were rat dropping along the places edges, and in some places dust had been disturbed - as if someone had already come through.

Her skirts caught on a wire coat hanger and she hissed softly, tugging the thing free and tossing it into the shadows.

There was history here... but a history that she did not understand.

She pushed a door open with her shoulder, throwing her weight into the thing as she struggled to press passed it. She grunted, her feet scrabbling for purchase as suddenly she was thrust straight through the doorway. Odalis lost her balance and fell with a crash to the chipped and stained linoleum floor, cursing loudly as she went.


She brushed herself off slowly as she stood - but when she saw the skeleton carelessly half hidden beneath a sheet she let loose a blood curdling scream.





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In his characteristic travels outside Inferni, rumors carried of tree-sized flowers, twice the height of man and then some, having sprouted suddenly along the southern coastlines. At first, Salvador scoffed and believed none of this. He was a well-traveled man who had seen pine and redwood and daisy and tarragon and everything else in between, but he had never seen flowers with stalks thick as a pregnant mare or with petals big as the clouds. It was a silly idea, a madman’s daydream, a bedtime tale for little children run rampant. He’d listened start to finish to wilder myths.


But the rumors rounded back to him over and over, enough to draw his attention. A cat he shared a meal with claimed to have seen them for herself. A family from the south claimed to have lost a daughter near to the god-sized sprouts and were fleeing from the peninsula as fast as they could. Two different loners on two different days talked about cultists in the south, one of which had witnessed something ghastly he could barely talk about without the shakes ruining all coherency.


If Salvador had anything to pride himself upon, it was his experience. The scars on his body were prizes, tangible proof that he knew what he was talking about. He didn’t want to believe the stories, but the curiosity became insatiable. Something wasn’t right. Whether skyscraper blossoms or not, something strange had occurred along the southern coast. Perhaps the clan had been fortunate to move in advance.


He made his way south alone by foot. He listened to the crows screaming in the budding trees about flowers, flowers, flowers. He didn’t know if they talked about the incoming spring or regurgitated the same rumors.


The Sadira heard a scream, listened to the wind, tasted it, and veered suddenly off course from the center of the town as he wandered through. He connected eyes with one hell of a horse strapped outside, who tossed his head and stomped as the man approached, hands up. Once coaxed, he peered through the windows and saw and heard nothing. Inside, a young woman far too dainty for dust and broken glass scrambled back from a doorway as if she’d seen a ghost.


There was no one else in the room. What did she find? A body?


Without introducing himself—or paying her much mind at all—Salvador routed around the woman, dropped to his haunches and lifted the sheet. Just bones. Sally glanced the walls and ceiling for anything else of note and came up short and disappointed.


He tossed the sheet aside, revealing everything else yet subjectively nothing else. He grunted, then stood and offered his hand. “Breathe, girly. You never seen bones before, or what?”

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The scream was a strange thing which seemed to eat away at the air, burning brightly in her throat as she clutched at her pendant, her skirts. She hadnt heard the tall man pick his way through the broken glass and shelving - for her heavy breathing and frantic heart filled all of her senses with buzzing fervor.

But suddenly he was there.

She was blinking furiously, glancing back in the direction he had come from. Sunlight ran golden across the patchy floorboards, illuminating the tattered shelving and motes of floating dust. He was dark like a shadow, with pale hands and a smudge of crimson down his long nose.

His eyes were flame-colored and warm, and the barely widened as he lifted the sheet to inspect the bones that lay beneath the dirty sheet. He was so calm, his voice like a slow moving dune of sand - and suddenly all Odalis wanted to do was smack him.

So she did.

She bounced a fist off of his shoulder and glared down her nose at him, "Girly?!" She felt her lips draw into a furious line, her skirts bunched in her other hand, "I'll have you know I have never seen anything like this before."

She realized quite suddenly that she had punched someone who had seen bones before. Odalis made a strange sound in her throat, and took a step back toward the wall. The exposed bones were long and brown - obviously ancient things, but-

"You uh... Seem familiar." She gulped and gestured at the bones, "With them I mean."


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She punched him. It didn’t hurt, neither physically or emotionally, but his brows pulled together and he looked humorlessly at her while she yapped and snapped as little dogs did. Salvador straightened up tall, ready to whap her back had she not scrambled out of his range upon realizing he would.


“And you hit me because of it?” he said, not booming, but at half the power of her punch, he shoved her in the shoulder to make his point. “It’s not my fault you’ve been living under a rock. If you think that's scary, why don't you gather up your pretty little frills and skitter back home before the creeps get you.”


She was tinier than he expected, and between his shove and her panicked scramblings, something tumbled to the floor from her belongings. Sally did not care to get a good enough look at whatever it was. He turned instead to pull the sheet back over the bones. Maybe it would be enough to calm her down before he earned himself more bruises.


“Familiar. Sure.” He’d stripped a few animal carcasses for the skin and meat. He’d delivered grievous wounds and seen exposed bones. He’d taken a sentient life or two. Sally scooped up the jawless skull—human, canine, he couldn’t tell considering the damage to the eyes and teeth and his own inexperience—and popped his fist into its hollow. “Where I come from, they plug these on stakes to scare off outsiders. Good to know it actually works.”


The Sadira dumped the skull on the floor and kicked it under the sheet with the rest. “You reek of the Court. I didn’t think they’d gotten so soft.”


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The smudge of white on his nose was distracting her, and each time he spoke she found herself allowing her gaze to settle on the space just above where his long coyote muzzle began. His dark hair swung into his eyes and his head twitched to clear his vision - a movement that had Odalis wincing. His voice was surprisingly low, and when he shoved her she hissed as if she had been burned. She blew air through her nose and felt herself vibrate all over.

"How dare you." She snapped her teeth and felt her hair stand on end, her tail whipping to and fro beneath her skirts. "I hit you because you're rude." She sniffed, frowning as her bag tipped from her shoulder and spilled across the floor between them. She sighed deeply, "And now you've made me spill my things."

She growled softly, ignoring the way he threw the sheet over the ancient bones - the way he thrust his fist through the empty things skull before tossing it away like trash.

Odalis bawked, crouching to gather the mushrooms that had toppled from the leather bag where the ties had come loose. "They keep skulls where you come from?" She gestured with her hands,l in disbelief, "Thats terrible." She picked dust off of one of the fungi, her eyes flicking towards his smudged nose as she thrust everything back into its proper place.

"Is where you come from where you got your charming personality?" She hissed again, stoking the frustration that brewed in her chest. "Not soft... just-" She searched for the word with her tongue, "-Refined." She rumbled haughtily, "Unlike you."

The loose mushrooms in her hand were suddenly painfully obvious and she closed her hand around them, tucking them into her bag.

"Who are you?"






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Red eyes blaring like the warning lights of a long-forgotten era, Salvador caught himself glaring at a lost cause and turned his sirens away. Patting at his pockets he griped, “Why do I fucking bother?”


He muttered something about how the people had become loony in these parts since his last sojourn, found the cigarette in his pockets, and wondered momentarily if it was worth the trouble starting a fire to get it lit. It was, he decided rapidly. She interrupted him before he could go, and the Sadira looked at her flatly and silently the full length of her babbling.


Those mushrooms...


“Are you done?” Sally barked, once she’d asked for his name and closed her mouth. “No wonder you were screaming. Just have to fill the silence with something, don’t you?”


His arms folded, the Tirones gestured at her bundle. “Salvador Sadira. You know those mushrooms you just stashed away will do stuff to your head, right?” He had far too much experience with them not to recognize their colors and shapes at a glance. “I suggest you sit down somewhere nice and safe and sunny, pop one in your mouth, and chill the fuck out—else I promise you that stick up your ass will become your new spine.”

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Odalis had never in her life felt so much rage boiling through her – everything was on fire and she could feel herself balling her hands into fists, the muscles in her arms twitching as the thin man glared at her. His eyes were the perfect shade of red, unflinchingly crimson, and she found that she had to turn away from him in an effort not to berate him again with futile fists.

She blew air through her lips in frustration, ”No. I just-“ She struggled to find words and ground her teeth, ”You don’t know me.”

Her tail lashed behind her – and she glanced at the body and turned up her nose, disgusted.

He reminded her of Solomon had Solomon been so easy with his words. There was something smart looking about him, the white smudge on his nose eye-catching and unique. Solomon would have spoke to someone in the same tone but with less… flourish. Odalis wanted to hit him again, bury her tiny dagger into the side of his ribs.

It was a strange feeling, but one that had her heart beating too fast in her chest.

”The person that gave them to me said they would take me on a journey.” Her eyes narrowed suddenly, ”You’ve taken them before?”

Sadira.

”What?! You are a Sadira?” The wind suddenly fell from her sails and she rolled her eyes, sliding down the wall until she found herself sitting, legs stretched out before her. ”You Sadiras are everywhere, dios. A mushroom still lay in the palm of her hand and she bounced it absently.

"I come from a place filled with that name." She cocked her head curiously, "Wonder what you're doing all the way out here."





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“Don’t I?” the Sadira scoffed, blurting a sickly chuckle and exposing both shining teeth and empty sockets with his crooked grin. “Oh, no. I know you. Your type. Pretty face, pretty hair, pretty tears. Lots of shrieking and crying and getting everyone else to work for you while you stand around dusting off your skirts and never working a fucking day in your damn life.”


He must have meant something by the sentence’s end, for the chortle had rotted into a hiss, a type of sound only one with personal experience could pull off. Yet unaware by his own rage, he gestured at the veiled bones across the floor and snapped, nearly shaking the walls, “You’re scared of bones? Dry bones? How about broken bones in broken skin? How about skulls with eyes that stare back? How about fucking killers, or rapists, or washing off blood—”


He caught himself, visibly so. After a moment flaring and wild, he calmed and shrank. In that time her talk of mushrooms and Sadiras surfaced at the precipice of his cognition, previously unacknowledged with gratitude to a blind and stupid anger.


The floor creaked louder than it should have in that hostile silence as he gently and without comment took the mushroom from her startled hand and threw it between his teeth.


“They’ll take you on a journey, yeah,” he mumbled once across the room from her again, mouth full and patting for a cigarette. “So will Sadiras.”

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Every word hit her like a bullet and she couldn't help but flinch from her place against the floor. She clutched her pendant and bit her tongue hard enough that her brows furrowed deeply toegther. She had done everything in her power to differentiate herself from the Onuban women that had come before her, but no matter how fast and far she ran she was always reduced back to the pretty girl.

Akanthas daughter.

Even here she couldn't escape her mother's infernal curse.

She wanted to kick and scratch him - but it was a futile lament... He had seen straight through her.

The mushroom bounced it's sad rhythm against her hand until he plucked it from her unapologetically, his teeth snapping shut around the cap with no hint of a smile. Her hands flexed, frustrated and taught, before she buried them deeply into the ruffles of her skirts.

His tirade was frightening and long - and for a quiet moment it was all she could do to not tremble, her pale eyes blinking frantically as she was transported to the time when the red star had fallen. There had been death then... Fire too. Deep all consuming fire that stole away breath and left nothing but rich acrid smoke.

"Ha! And what are you? A tortured soul out to spread your misery?" She snorted, curling her lips roughly. "It's working."

Odalis ached to impress him.

She snarled suddenly, "You think I won't do it?"

There was challenge in her voice that snapped the air taught between them - and without thinking she dug through her bag and tossed a mushroom into her pretty mouth.

She glared, "Shut up and give me one of those."

Odalis out her hand with no question in her eyes.



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She’d seen through him just the same—a tortured soul spreading his misery. It wasn’t what he intended, but it was what became of him. Salvador was rare to unravel, but his guise was shakeable given the right circumstances. He had known girls like her before. He had loved them. He had lost them, one way or another.


He had lived a lifetime in only his youth. One thrill after the next. One destination after another. In a way he envied her, how simple and sheltered she was. Surely she had someone coddling her to act in such a way—an experience he’d never have, despite having too many others.


What had he become since then? A tortured soul? He wasn’t tortured. Sally kept it under wraps, at least most of the time.


He didn’t answer her. She popped the mushroom into her mouth, the whole damn thing, then demanded a cigarette once he’d found his own. “Hold on,” he said, his smile brief and wearied. He built a shallow fire from debris in the room and lit both cigarettes he located on his person, then put out the fire before smoke could gather. He would have preferred the daze and the warmth, but taking a first-timer outside to sit by the flames? Unwise.


He handed the cigarette to her. “Here,” he said. “Sit, take it easy. You probably shouldn’t have eaten that whole thing, but too late now. You smoked before?”

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Out of the corner of her eye she swore that the bones beneath the dirty blanket twitched.

She watched him build a fiery pyre that matched the shade that glittered around in his eyes. The mushroom has left her mouth tasting cloyingly of earth and deep dark things that caught between her teeth. He used his hands to cusp the flames (had they been so long and strong looking before) and lit two cigarettes in a masterful way.

No one did that in Onuba.

Her face tingled as she took the thing from him, holding it pensively for a long moment as he spoke. Her eyes felt huge on her face and she grinned at him happily - "Oh yeah, loads of times." The lie hung in her throat with the smoke as she inhaled - and promptly coughed up a lung.

"No." Cough. "Perhaps I haven't." Cough.

Her face tingled, and she raised her free hand to draw it along her jaw - "Whoa."

She glanced at him with eyes that were turning more black than blue - her expression slowly turning languid as she peered at him. Had be always been sitting so close? Odalis tipped the cigarette to inspect the fiery end, her expression ignited with the fiery warmth of the teeny tiny ember there.

She blew smoke through her nose, allowed the smoke to billow through her jaws - she coughed less, but her chest felt like it was burning. Odalis sidled up to him without thinking - the body was twitching beneath the blanket.

"Sadira." She clutched his hand, "You see that?"
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He settled down beside her, waiting for color and mayhem, watching for the swirls of his cigarette to blossom into another world of unimaginable shapes. His was too broad a frame; it would take time.


She choked on the cigarette beside him, and he began to explain the proper approach when Sally recognized a distancing in her stare, a wonder in her touch and perception. It was far from the first time he had witnessed such a thing, although the effects sunk in faster for the young woman than it did for most. He shouldn’t have been surprised, she was so tiny.


She looked about ready to toss the still-smoldering joint between her teeth but shimmied in close instead and seized his hand in a vice grip. It was, slowly and surely, becoming a first for Salvador Sadira. A rare thing, indeed.


“Sally,” he passively corrected her. His mother’s family name was as useless to him as the members of the family he never met (but were evidently nearby, as she divulged earlier). He followed her eyes to the sheet and the skeleton underneath, untouched by psychedelic effect. “No. Just relax, let it happen. Nothing’s going to jump out at you. Understand?”


Charmed, whether by the start of influence or by the sheer eccentricity of their interactions that day, the Sadira smirked and leaned back against the wall. The drug probably wouldn’t go well for her, he anticipated. Not now, anyway. Perhaps it would in the long run.


He’d raised his voice in anger not seconds ago—minutes? Was it longer? The drug was setting in—and now she had latched herself to his hand and arm and Sally found he did not mind.


What a story this would be. “What do you see?”

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From up close she could see the hints of red fur that crept around his eyes – each time he moved his head it was like she could see rippling embers. It frightened her. The more she stared at him the warmer she became – her blouse laying damply against her chest. She had unbuttoned it so that it lay half open and as the heat flared again she gasped, her hand tightening around his.

The twitching body was erratic and kept drawing her eyes back towards it. Her free hand nervously set the cigarette against her lips, and she allowed the smoke to waft loosely between her gaping jaws. Salvador seemed so calm, so stalwart in his decision – and as the effects of the mushroom wore on and on and on… he settled quietly against the wall and urged her to relax.

Her heart beat raucously, her long spaniel ears twitching along with the bones she imagined rattling beneath the dirty sheet.

She repeated his name in her head as if she could taste it on her tongue, but she couldn’t say it - her teeth felt too large in her mouth.

She clutched his hand against her clammy palm and shuddered, ”I see fire.”

There were flames licking the edges of the store front – but they were purple and blue and green. She could feel the thrum of her heart beat in her throat and it weighed upon her heavily, tipping her towards him so that she could pillow her head against his angular shoulder.

”Hold me.”



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“There’s no fire,” he said. “There’s only me.”


The walls rippled around them, reds and yellows and blues alternating. The skeleton beneath the blanket climbed to its fleshless feet, tied the blanket about his neck and shoulders like a cape, and began to strategize an upcoming battle to lines of debris.


Hold me, she requested, her voice a whisper beneath the booming of directions and the scream of clashing blades and death cries. Barely conscious of it, Salvador wrapped his arm around her and held her to his chest. Unlike the girl, he knew it would pass, though this was only a dull concept in the back of his mind, like the constant but forgettable drone of a summer beetle on the hottest day of the year. In that moment, however, one filled with sound and swirls and imaginary blood of a radical black ooze, Sally would have given anything to have been anywhere else.


“It’s just me,” he confirmed to himself and the skeleton, as if prompted, sent its soldiers of scattered debris to battle. He had experienced bad trips. This would not be one of them.


Salvador remembered the weight against him. He looked at her, her fire-red hair, and saw a woman aflame. He startled, just slightly, before the flame dissipated before his eyes and who she was in reality was not who or what he saw.


Who or what he saw, he was happy to see. He admired the light in her hair and her eyes in a wistful, nostalgic way, and then he tipped back his head against the wall and smiled up at the shapes across the ceiling.


Until they reached down and enveloped him in a delightfully fuzzy way, anyway.


“Deep breaths, now,” he said to himself and anyone listening. “Let yourself go.”


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She barely heard him when he spoke, his voice crackling like static in her ears. The flames around them grew higher; more vibrant than anything she had ever seen - and her dear grew right alongside it, her breaths going sharp and ragged in her chest.

Odalis whined, a soft, sad, pitiful sound.

"Deep breaths," she repeated, her small hands balled into fists at her side, "Deep breaths."

The skeleton shuddered and she squeezed Sally's hand, turning herself so that the length of her pressed to his side. Her skirts were bunched around her thighs, the fabric gathered in shallow hillocks and peaks that had her thinking of the Halcyon. Her fingers danced over the mountain range before becoming tangled in his chest, and quite suddenly she was staring at him - realizing how close and warm he was.

The mark on his muzzle was a beacon that called for her, an ember that sprung to life as the ghostly fire grew still around her.

She canted her head slowly to look up at him with eyes that matched a foggy moon, her pupils dark circles that reflected every piece of him.

Without saying anything Odalis kissed Salvador - ignoring the gnawing fear of flame as it grew and grew and grew, deep and warm in her belly.
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He remembered a kiss, but the period thereafter was filled mostly with colors and shapes and sounds and a consciousness that did not care to make sense of any of it. There was a simple pleasantry to it all, a happiness and a relief that could only be explained by way of pulling those shapes and colors and pushing them together. There was a warmth, a great warmth, which he somewhere in his colorful subconscious incorrectly attributed to the dull fire he had started, and he basked in it. He felt something let go and assumed vaguely that it was his back or the cling of stress. He was wrong about that too.


When some of his senses returned to him and combined to make some rationality, Salvador found the fire doused, the room lit subtle by a portion of the moon, and the young woman curled up beside him, neither quite asleep nor awake. He watched a few more colorful shapes contentedly and realized these were not shapes but memories, and not just memories but bodies. Their bodies.


His shirt and pants were across the floor. Sally stared at them for a very long time without any further need for thought.


Eventually, when he was quite certain he was thinking straight, he roused her enough to wiggle his body out from underneath her and retrieve his things.


“Hey, I’m going,” he whispered, hoping she was too asleep to hear. “Take care of yourself, girly.”

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She remembered little save for the heat that had grown between them - a deep crescendo that had settled between her legs and roiled up her torso. Her mouth was gently bruised where he had kissed her, her auburn head pillowed by her blouse and skirt. She sleepily took in the silver glimmer in the room and realized for the first time that it was now fully night - there was nothing left of the towering flames that had crept and crawled along the walls.

Her fingers were tangled in the curls of his chest and as he roused himself she sleepily yawned - blinking the bright moon-blue of her eyes as he gathered his clothes.

"Mm?" She managed, stretching her hands high above her head.

"Will I see you again?" But he was already gone.


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