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Because my stories have bite, they can contain content that isn't suitable for work or children. Not a lot of truly graphic sex or violence, but there are some questionable or heated posts. F-bombs are not uncommon, so watch your footing.

Monday, April 29, 2019

The Shalafae Archives - Exile

“I think I'll have to cut my hair,” Elthanael said, breaking the comfortable silence of our embrace. A lazy tangle of limbs, we rested under a tree, staring at an unfamiliar sky.

“And why would you do that?” I asked, reaching for the waist-length braid in question. Golden and gorgeous, it was nearly the same girth as my wrist. I loved my cousin's hair.

“I've been thinking of becoming an actor in the cinema, and the locks would have to go.” He lifted his head from my shoulder so our eyes met, and I sighed softly.

We were in exile, hiding in a distant dimension while my aunt helped Father through a bout of insanity. We were close enough to the universal core to still be immortal, but were in a realm of limited magic and powers. A simple cosmetic change would have been easier in a deeper realm, wouldn't have taken but a though to shorten his golden locks.

It certainly wouldn't seem like so drastic a change.

“Are you sure?” I asked, twining the end through my fingers. The pleasant afternoon suddenly seemed chilly, entirely too uncomfortable for my dragon side. That's what I was telling myself, anyway.

El shrugged, lowering his eyes. They weren't honey-colored in this dimension, but a rich brown, like tea in sunshine. “It seems like fun. And it will certainly pass the time.” He looked back up, long lashes dark in the shade. “It's not like it won't grow back eventually.”

I bit my lip, fighting back a sharp wave sadness. How casually he said the word, yet how frightening it was to me. Eventually. An unknown amount of time would pass before we could go home. Eventually, Father would be well. Eventually, we wouldn't have to worry he'd try to destroy me. Eventually, I wouldn't be stuck in a borderline hellhole with my best friend.

The elf touched my face. “It's going to be all right.”

I shook my head, fighting back the rise of tears. “What if it isn't? What if he stays this way for eternity?”

My cousin sat up and pulled me into a tight embrace. “You can't think like that. Lady Kyra said he would return to his senses in time. We must be patient.”

His arms were so warm and safe, and all I wanted was to hide in them. “You'll stay with me?” I whispered, letting the fear have a little control. “You'll always be here?”

Elthanael kissed the top of my head. “Of course I will. I will never leave you.” He rocked me gently, saying nothing of my moment of weakness.

“I guess you can cut your hair,” I said after a long silence. “We may as well get comfortable here.”