The room felt wrong as he awoke from the dream of lions, and immediately he knew.
“Hello, darling.” Her voice dripped venom, sweet malice pretending to pretend affection.
He looked up and saw her there, in the corner, clothed in dislike, as gorgeous as ever. He summoned his gifts, and smiled at her with all the light in the world, just for the hell of it.
She adjusted her lapel unnecessarily, fending him off. “I came to warn you, lover,” she said, velvet razorblades in a beautiful acid challenge.
“You always were thoughful,” he said sincerely, his eyes blue with care. “I miss you.”
“You’re under attack,” she said, unpleasantly off-hand. “Think of it as a Charm offensive. All the Spite in the universe can’t save you.”
“Thank you,” he smiled, and she was gone.
(c) Tim Dedopulos 2003. Not entirely sure this piece was successful :)
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