07-01-2014, 04:17 PM
Claire groaned poisonous disappointment when her partner failed to pocket the 8-ball. The game returned to the boys, but Claire taunted and disabused them of their notions at being their betters. Really, she wasn’t sure why she wanted to win so badly, even to cheat to do so. She liked to think she was caught up in the thrill of victory, but it was more than competition. She liked to think she was the one pulling the strings, and they were the cats pouncing after her every whim.
She brought a cold bottle to her lips as she smothered a flirtatious laugh, but paused when a spell coiled from the heart of her partner. Claire watched the tendrils unabashed as they flicked and pushed the balls according to Oriena’s desire. The sensation her partner’s witchcraft bloomed bright as the sun, even for such a minor spell. Claire recalled tissues fluttering unnaturally against the breeze, and she craved for more.
Oriena could work a spell with her mind, without divination, chants and circles. It burdened Claire with vehement desire to replicate such powers. The balls were tricky to place. She’d make use of two of the table’s edges to pocket the winning ball. Her heart soared with hope. The light was so close! With your mind. Submit.
She licked her lips, but the boys had no idea what she was straining to accomplish. Long moments passed, Claire unmoved, sliding the cue stick between her fingers with practiced motions.
She struck the cue ball. Edge one. Edge two. Eight-ball struck. It rolled toward the corner pocket, but was off the line to the right. It missed by almost an inch.
She stood upright and looked to Oriena, willing her to flick it into the pocket and secure their win.
She brought a cold bottle to her lips as she smothered a flirtatious laugh, but paused when a spell coiled from the heart of her partner. Claire watched the tendrils unabashed as they flicked and pushed the balls according to Oriena’s desire. The sensation her partner’s witchcraft bloomed bright as the sun, even for such a minor spell. Claire recalled tissues fluttering unnaturally against the breeze, and she craved for more.
Oriena could work a spell with her mind, without divination, chants and circles. It burdened Claire with vehement desire to replicate such powers. The balls were tricky to place. She’d make use of two of the table’s edges to pocket the winning ball. Her heart soared with hope. The light was so close! With your mind. Submit.
She licked her lips, but the boys had no idea what she was straining to accomplish. Long moments passed, Claire unmoved, sliding the cue stick between her fingers with practiced motions.
She struck the cue ball. Edge one. Edge two. Eight-ball struck. It rolled toward the corner pocket, but was off the line to the right. It missed by almost an inch.
She stood upright and looked to Oriena, willing her to flick it into the pocket and secure their win.