Ballad Of Saymon
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Fantasy & Science Fiction › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
2,415
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is an original ficition. All characters and locations belong to the author and cannot be used outside of the story without the author's permission. These are purely fictional characters, and have no resemblance to real people, living or d
Ballad Of Saymon
Hey buddies. This is my first story here, and I hope you like it. As it said in the summary, this is heavy on plot. But, yes there is a sex scene in the middle, so I hope you enjoy the story enough to wait for it. This is the prologue, and other chapters will follow. Enjoy and I hope to get some good reviews.
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She imagined it would be dark. Not much more than that in the way of scenery. Just… void.
And him, of course.
She knew she had been thinking about this for too long, that she should stop and let the pieces fall where they may but…
She needed this. This thought of what it would be like. She made him cruel, made him wordless, made him stronger than perhaps he was. All these things she used to create a vision of him. A vision that helped to restore that feeling she’d had for so long, that old friend that had left her completely in the space of a month.
Helplessness.
She was not sure of her sanity, because of her longing for this feeling. ‘Any sane person,’ she’d tell herself, ‘demon or human, would never want to be helpless. You must be going crazy.’
How sorry she was, this tragic little femme, that she didn’t see the root of her longing. It was not insanity, quite the opposite. It was her need for stability that made her wish for helplessness. If she could feel real fear again, it would return some familiarity to her.
It would preserve her a bit longer.
But he did see it. And, for all his philanthropic philosophies, he refused to feed into her fantasies. Perhaps this is what preserved them both, his stubbornness. Without it, she may not have survived as her world turned upside-down. Without it, he may not have resisted the urges he felt to kill her boy-love.
But I digress. I am vague. Let me start from the beginning, and not from the middle.
For your benefit, let us begin anew:
It was a cold day in the underground market; colder than any she could remember.
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She imagined it would be dark. Not much more than that in the way of scenery. Just… void.
And him, of course.
She knew she had been thinking about this for too long, that she should stop and let the pieces fall where they may but…
She needed this. This thought of what it would be like. She made him cruel, made him wordless, made him stronger than perhaps he was. All these things she used to create a vision of him. A vision that helped to restore that feeling she’d had for so long, that old friend that had left her completely in the space of a month.
Helplessness.
She was not sure of her sanity, because of her longing for this feeling. ‘Any sane person,’ she’d tell herself, ‘demon or human, would never want to be helpless. You must be going crazy.’
How sorry she was, this tragic little femme, that she didn’t see the root of her longing. It was not insanity, quite the opposite. It was her need for stability that made her wish for helplessness. If she could feel real fear again, it would return some familiarity to her.
It would preserve her a bit longer.
But he did see it. And, for all his philanthropic philosophies, he refused to feed into her fantasies. Perhaps this is what preserved them both, his stubbornness. Without it, she may not have survived as her world turned upside-down. Without it, he may not have resisted the urges he felt to kill her boy-love.
But I digress. I am vague. Let me start from the beginning, and not from the middle.
For your benefit, let us begin anew:
It was a cold day in the underground market; colder than any she could remember.