Author's Note: It's Sean's turn to have his say on Ostara. I love this chapter...it gives insight into Sean's many facets, and you really see how invested he is in so many of the other characters he interacts with. Tip for anyone dating a sexwitch: don't bite him in public and think he'll just be able to walk that off, wink!
Song for this Chapter: Beautiful Disaster by 311
Sean's POV:
Dru bites me.
Fuck, her magic IS venom.
Disorder floods my shoulder, a tormenting thrill like nothing I've ever felt. It's hot and cold, pleasure and pain, complete overload, magic that pushes my shoulder muscles into a powerful clench. Then it spreads. There is nothing but sensation...the most enjoyable electrocution of my body and soul.
"Dru!" I gasp. I don't know if I mean to encourage her or make her stop, but I press my whole body against hers and I grip the wall as she wraps her one leg around me, forcing me to grab her thigh.
I knew what I was doing to her with my voice—I shouldn't have. This is my fucking curse, now that my magic is unbound. Dru is my ultimate trigger, and I can't stop myself when it comes to her.
And so what I did to her with my voice, she is doing the same to me now. Still softly clenching my shoulder with her teeth and whining in her throat and pushing her magic into me as surely as if she had fangs.
I have a disconnected thought that eventually, maybe I'm going to die from her particular brand of poison but right now I'm pretty sure we are both going to come and I have to be inside her before that happens...
She wants it too...she's fumbling to get her hands down to unzip my pants but I'm pressed too tight between her legs. I pull back to give her access and she's reaching inside my pants, and I'm pulling her off the ground and trying to keep my balance as I try to get her panties pushed aside, and then...
I feel the wall shaking and mortar begins to crumble. We're making it happen, just like the altar. An image of the wall toppling over flashes in my mind. At this point I'm so ready to be inside her and make her come I don't care what kind of beautiful disaster we make but I know it would be a chaos, a failure in her eyes. So just like that, I decide.
This is not happening.
I want her so fucking much, but this is not the way I'm going to have her for the first time. I'm not going to come right now—inside of her or otherwise—and I'm not going to die from her crazy hot magic, and we are not going to knock over this fucking wall with hundreds of people right on the other side.
I fight for self control. Every fiber of my being is revolting against me.
Even as she clings to me, softly whimpering and sucking the place where she bit me, I tell myself this is not happening. I tell myself over and over, but my body still isn't hearing it.
This is not happening now, but soon I compromise with myself. Fuck this year and a day shit. I can't wait that long to be with her. But right now, I have to take care of my girl, and this isn't the way.
Finally, my body starts to cooperate with my will.
I release her legs, and pull her away from the wall so we don't topple it. I don't know why, but I crush her head to my shoulder, taking all the magic she's giving . But I don't give into desire...instead I pool the magic, around and around like vortex and now her wild magic is in my heart, overwhelming my rhythm, and I feel like my heart will explode with our magic. It feels wonderful, and terrifying at the same time. I've heard of dying from a broken heart, but at this moment, I think my heart could burst just from the intensity of us... of our power.
"Dru," I gasp again, forcing her away, holding her at arms length, afraid the magic will bounce back to her, because I'm gripping her so tightly. She's not afraid. She feels the magic swirling in my chest and she knows just how dangerous she is--how dangerous we are. She puts her hands on me, trying to take her magic back from me, trying to draw it from my heart.
I don't let her have control of our shared magic. The sexwitch in me seeks to dominate, and I just can't yield it to her. Something has to give.
My flesh makes the compromise. I feel the skin on my chest blackening, as all of our magical, sexual energy rushes to one spot, just above my heart. But it's not a burn. Before I ever look at it, I know what it is, I know what it looks like. The image forms in my brain, and I concentrate on it to calm me. The lines I see soothe me, and I take labored breaths until I can open my eyes.
What has just happened is kind of painful, but maybe it's a good thing. This kind of pain is hot--a compromise I could definitely make over and over again. I can feel the wicked grin slide across my face.
Her eyes are wide, watching my face.
"Oh baby, what did I do?" she whispers. It's the first time she's ever called me that, but it's all anguish and horror, and I think she's called other guys that with the same kind of despair, and I hope she never calls me that again.
I take her head in both of my hands. I try to keep my voice as calm anf even as I can, forcing myself not to use Witchtimbre and start this insanity all over again.
"I'm okay. Are you okay?"
She nods.
"Did you...finish?"
She knows what I'm asking. She shakes her head as her gaze drops almost unwillingly to my crotch.
"Me neither," I assure her. "But something else happened," I rub my chest. I know exactly what has happened, but I'm not sure if I should show her. I think maybe she knows, or suspects, from the look in her eye. It was her magic too, maybe she felt what it did to me.
As her fingers go to my shirt, unbuttoning the top button, I become aware we aren't alone. I still her hands.
"As much as I would enjoy the show, this really isn't the time or place," Finn's southern drawl descends from where he's standing on the wall, smirking. "Grace and Susan are waiting for Dru to open the egg hunt."
Lana is climbing up, a look of disgusted disapproval on her face. "What the hell—uggh...Sean...gross." We're just standing here, Dru's hands arrested in the act of unbuttoning my shirt, but Lana must be seeing my aura. I imagine its the horniest shade of green spurting all over with dissatisfaction and kink.
I'm gross? Seeing you post-sex in Finn's boxers...that was gross.
Lana looks like I slapped her harder than she slapped me earlier. Fuck, I didn't actually mean to communicate with her. I forgot we were doing this thing again. I really have to watch what I project now.
Does Dru know about Carrie? she retorts, not with words but with her scowl, and her magic.
Yes, of course. I shut the connection down, and focus on Dru again, squeezing her fingers, removing them from my shirt.
"I'm okay. You're okay," I tell her again. "And Finn, goddammit to hell, is right," I hear him snort, but I only have eyes for Dru. I try for the crooked grin I know she likes, but it feels like someone else's expression now. "Let's pick this up later, okay?"
Before she can respond, we have another spectator. Carrie vaults up on the wall, narrows her eyes. She turns to Finn and says sharply, "Don't you two have another beer run to make?"
I hear her words, but they don't register meaning with me. Apparently Finn and Lana understand, because they look guilty and scramble off the wall. Carrie hops over. She moves close, and unbelievably she rips open my shirt while I'm still standing there holding Dru's hands.
A black whirl is inked across my pec. Permanently inked, just like the small goddess symbol beneath my watchband. The design is Celtic, a coil of shaded triangles and fins, an intricate beginning of a tribal tat pattern, but also reminiscent of the sun. I don't have to look at it, I'm already quite familiar with in the few seconds that I focused on it in my mind. It's like it has always been a part of me. Maybe it has, because maybe Dru has always been a part of me.
Carrie looks angry, but she quickly stows the expression and grabs my head, peering into my eyes. I feel my goddess in my head, in my heart, almost tapping likes she's testing my soundness. She turns to Dru and says softly, "He's all right. This time."
The anguish still hasn't faded from Dru's face. She doesn't look like she heard Carrie, she's just staring at the tat.
"It's okay," I assure her. "Better than knocking the wall over, right?"
She puts a hand on the tattoo. "I...I did that?"
I make a sound of disagreement. "No, we did that, and it's all right with me." I shrug. "I like it. For a beginning. We can always add to it later," I add, Witchtimbre unconsciously lowering my tone.
Carrie loses her temper now and pushes me away from Dru. "That's enough!" she hisses. "Put the fucking sexwitch away before you hurt yourself, Sean." She turns to Dru, and the hissing ceases. Her words are quite calm, and quite clear. "Leave. Don't come near him again, Druantia. He's under my personal supervision this time."
"Carr—" I begin sharply, but my voice is ceased as she puts a hand up to me. My blood boils as I realize, for the first time since I dedicated myself, my Goddess is actually compelling me. I try to move forward between her and Dru, but she won't let me. She's still glaring at Dru.
"Go. If you care about him, just go. Hearne will deal with you later. And if he doesn't, I will," Carrie warns.
To my surprise, Dru's look of anguish hardens to anger as she watches me struggle against Carrie's compulsion. Her eyes flash amber.
"Take your fucking magic off him, witch." The wall behind her starts to vibrate. A brick flies from the wall, and whizzes towards Carrie, but Carrie crumbles before it reaches her. Several more fly at Carrie and her glamour fuzzes as she deals with those.
"You dare thrown stones at me, you crazy little tree bitch!" Carrie's voice is terrifying. At least to me, because I hear the fear behind her rage. She advances toward Dru. More bricks fly from the wall, but this time, Carrie doesn't crush them. She lets her glamour drop, and her hair turns moonsilver all at once. I can't see her face; her back is to me as she holds the bricks in mid air. They waver, as if Carrie is deciding what to do with them. Dru is shaking now, whether from the struggle to control the bricks or from what she sees in Carrie's face, I can't tell.
"Stop!" Hearne's voice is sharp as he sprints down the wall and jumps between them. Before he can turn to face Carrie, she has dropped the bricks, resumed her glamour and turned her back on him, walking away from the confrontation. "What's the matter, Dove? Lose your temper with Carrie?" His words are for Dru, but I see his look of concern dart to Carrie.
Dru's anger dissolves as she looks up at him with the trust of a child. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
Hearne looks between Dru, who is rapidly dissolving into tears, and to Carrie, who is pacing, her hand over her face.
"It's all right," Hearne soothes Dru. "Carrie sometimes make me lose my temper, too." He looks at the bricks on the grounds. "Are you all right, Carrie?"
She waves him off. "I'm fine, but Hearne...she's dangerous. Far more dangerous than we realized."
"She's not. She can't be," he admonishes her. "You know she can't be. She was mortal."
"You said yourself you don't know what's happening here. What if she is Druantia?"
Who the fuck is Druantia? I want to yell, but I can't because Carrie still has me silenced and immobilized. On the inside, I'm screaming and straining, but nothing happens.
Dru doesn't seem to be paying any attention to their conversation, or even comprehending that they are talking about her. Her eyes are on me, watching every twitch as I strain. "I'll go," she says quickly, "Just please, release him and...make sure he's okay."
Hearne looks at me for the first time. His eyes focus on the tattoo on my chest, and he looks very displeased, but he turns to Dru, and takes her by the shoulders. "Did you find all the eggs?"
"Yes," she blinks, and I know like me, she has forgotten all about the egg hunt.
"Then you should go start the hunt," he says gently. "Carrie, release Faraday so that Dru knows you mean him no harm."
"Harm?!? Like I would harm him...I'm his—"
"Carrie," Hearne says sternly, and Carrie sighs dramatically and flicks her hand at me. I'm free. I take a step toward Dru, and Hearne raises a finger to me.
"Not a fucking word, not a fucking step, Faraday." And the threat in his voice is evident. "Whatever has happened here, I know you started it. I'm finishing it. It's done. Dru has a job to get to. Let her finish what she's worked to hard to accomplish."
He's right. She has worked hard, and she's even worked magic to pull this off. "It's okay," I tell her for what seems like the dozenth time. "Go start the hunt." I try to tell her with my eyes that I will find her later, and I think she knows that, but she doesn't nod agreement. The anguish is back. She turns away from me, towards the Braided Bastard.
Hearne leaps up on the wall, pulls her over, and watches her hurry away.
Carrie comes to me, but I warn her off with pointed finger.
"Cutie," Carrie is moving towards me , but I cut her off and grab her hands, refusing to let her closer.
"Don't! You just had me in a goddess chokehold!" I back away more. "I mean it! Don't touch me!"
"Faraday—" Hearne growls.
"Cernunnos, stay out of it," Carrie snaps, holding her hands up, backing off a little.
"You were going to stone her!"
"I wasn't going to stone her. She was going to stone me. It took all my power to hold those stones at bay. I was trying to be very patient, considering she hurt you. I know she's untrained, and she's scared. That it even happened, that was my fault." Carrie says. "I'm not teaching you as I should. I let that situation get out of control, and you could have gotten hurt. You were lucky she didn't stop your heart. And the way your magic is driving you, if you don't learn to control it, you are going to lay down like a damn sacrifice and let her devour you. I can't let you do that, now that I am committed to protect you. And have you thought how she would feel, if you she killed you? I'm sorry...I just don't want you to hurt each other."
I can't say that Carrie is wrong in anything she said. The magic Dru and I make is just too strong. Dru completely overwhelmed my judgment and nearly stopped my heart by flooding me with her magic, magic that is now blackening my flesh. What would happen between us if we really gave in...if we really let go?
I look at my goddess. I remember the sobs that racked Carrie's small frame last night as she clung to me, crying like I've never seen anyone cry, over the bastard standing on the wall, and I know that Carrie knows about love that hurts. Hearne has hurt her more than a person should be able to bear. I don't want to add to Carrie's hurt. And I don't want Dru and I to hurt each other like Hearne and Carrie have.
Carrie feels the edge of my anger receding just a little, and she walks right up to me and wraps her arms tightly around me. She doesn't care that I'm still mad, she just...lets her love flows to me. It's weird, how she loves me. It freaks me out, because I can't really return it. I don't have her...capacity. I mean, she's a goddess, and I'm just a guy with mortal emotions, and those emotions already slosh around enough between Dru and Lana. And though my feelings for Carrie are unequal to hers for me, I do worship her, and I want her to be at peace, so I'm struggling right now my anger and the imperative I feel to connect with her.
I force my arms to close lightly around her. "I'm still fucking pissed," I murmur in her hair.
"I know," she murmurs back.
Hearne sits down on the wall and puts his head in his hands. He's shaking, but his voice is calm. "I swear on the fucking Greenspark, Carrie, if you don't get away from him, I'm going to lose my shit. I know we're not married anymore, but you were mine for twelve thousand years, and I'm still getting used to this idea that I shouldn't make a man regret laying his hands on you—especially one that can't decide if he wants to strangle you or bed you. It's turning into a bit of a rough day, my patience is fucking shot, and I don't want to hurt anybody."
His horns, which haven't been visible to me all day, I see clearly now.
"Are they really there? The horns?" I murmur and Carrie snaps around in my arms.
Carrie emits a sob, and I think she's going to lose it like last night, but she quickly snuffs the sound. "Not yet. It's your Sight, showing you his anger."
She unwraps herself from me. She walks away in a seemingly random direction. When Hearne visibly relaxes, I realize she's moved downwind so that he can't scent her as easily.
"Thank you," Hearne says stiffly. He jumps down from the wall, and puts one fist on top of the other, bouncing them together, as if to keep from using them. He keeps his eyes on the ground. "Cerridwen, do you agree that you and I need to have a private talk?"
She steels herself, "Yes."
"Then, will you please direct your supplicant in a way that is safe, for us all?"
Carrie nods. "Sean, the bands are probably arriving. Go to the amphitheatre, and do your job, okay? Can you stay there until I come for you?" She says it like a suggestion, but it's not. Her divine will grips me, and I know my feet will lead me there. Part of me wants to stay here with Carrie, to shield her, but also to find out what the fuck they mean by all this Druantia nonsense. A bigger part of me wants to go find Dru, and make sure she's not freaking out over what just happened with us, and with Carrie. None of me wants to go to the amphitheatre and deal with Hearne's fucking festival. Especially since Carrie dismisses me easily, to appease him.
I can't believe she's treating me like a child.
Go away, Cutie. Let the grown-up gods talk.
She knows this. She gives me a sympathetic look. "You put yourself in my hands. It's been a long time since anyone trusted me like that. Please, Sean. I'm trying to do what's best for you. You need to stay away from Dru, right now."
I look at Hearne. "It's not just that."
She smiles. "You are the only one that need fear Cernunnos' anger right now. I will be fine. Go, dear one."
"No, do not cross between us," she admonishes gently and my feet stop. Exasperation escapes my lips as I turn on my heel and move in the opposite direction, which will take me behind the South Dorms and the long way to the amphitheater, an extra ten minutes.
They stand silently behind me as I move out of range of sound and scent. When I move behind the dorms, I let out a string of profanity.
"Whoa, Sean, what's going on man?" Leander and Steven Kim swing into the parking lot and Leander angles the car recklessly in front of me with a grin. Leander is blaring emo music, and Stephen looks...baked?
Huh. I've never known Stephen to smoke, and we're pretty good friends. But it is a festival day, and maybe it's the only way he can put up with Leander's musical choice.
"Hey, man, seriously...are you okay?" Leander is sincere. He's looking me over with a Mystic Mountainer kind of concern. He's not a witch, but he's been around enough magic to see the signs.
"Yeah. Give me a ride to the amphitheater?" I slide in the back seat before he can protest.
"Gotta make it quick. We're on another beer run. The trucks are spoiled, did you hear?"
"No. That's weird," It probably has something to do with the Roman godspawn, but I don't tell them that, obviously. I can't, because of Carrie's damn loyalty binding. I can't talk about the gods. I find it ironic that I can't tell them what's going on, because they are probably in the exact right state of mind to accept it easily.
"Yeah, everything's been fucked up today," Stephen notes in a disconnected kind of way. "The egg hunt, the petting zoo, the beer trucks, the vibe on Main Street."
Suddenly I realize, he's right. Everything since the ritual. And the concert is the main event. I curse under my breath again, wondering what the Romans might have planned to spoil that. Whatever it is, I probably can't do a damn thing about it. I'm just a mortal, in the arena of the gods.
"You're too tense," Leander says with a grin, reaching back a closed fist to pass his pipe.
I shoot Stephen a speculative glance, wondering how strong Leander's current stash is. There's no telling. Asheville is a melting pot.
I have to work this concert, so I go easy.
When I get to the amphitheater, I'm glad to see the no one is here yet, except a few festival goers already staking good spots. It's barely past noon, the concert doesn't start for hours. I take a few minutes to settle my mind. Since I'm compelled by my goddess to be here anyway,I decide that I'm going to stow the anger and do a good job at this. There are a lot of people here looking forward to the concert. Hell, I'm looking forward to it, too.
But first, there's a shit-ton of work to be done to set the show.
I know that well.
I've been around music my whole life, because my dad is a session musician, and he's made a decent living laying down backing tracks for all kinds of bands. When I was kid, he used go on long tours as a back-up guitarist. When I came to live with him, he only went on tour during the summers, but I went with him, because it was a good excuse not to have to spend the summers in Mystic Mountain.
By the time I was fourteen, I was basically working as a roadie every summer break. I've spent more time hanging lights and running sound equipment than some professional roadies older than me. Now, I help out with a few shows in the bars down in Asheville on the weekends, for some quick cash. A few times, I've stood-in as a bassist or back-up guitarist in emergencies, but that rarely happens. These bands are local, but they are tight, and they don't like to risk their performance with an unrehearsed musician.
I actually played in a couple of bands for awhile, and at first it was good, but both times it turned into too much bullshit drama, everybody citing their "creative differences" but mostly just getting drunk and pissy over every little thing. My dad says it can take awhile to find the right fit, I should try again, put together a new band. I had the idea I would work on that here at Sabit, but so far I spent last semester chasing Lana's drunk ass around. Apparently, that's Finn's job now, which is good, I guess, since I'm a little pressed going to class and getting sex lessons from a goddess and trying like hell not to lay the sexwitch on my girlfriend.
I catch myself. Is that what Dru is? My girlfriend? I don't call her that; it doesn't seem right, considering Carrie and Hearne. But now I rub the sore, bloody tat on my chest, and I feel like she is. She's marked me and I can't take it back. I wouldn't if I could.
The problem is my girlfriend is fucking the Horned God.
I know she's doing serious sexual shit with him. I saw that look of trust she gave him, when he told her to run off to the egg hunt like a good little girl. That was a "I trust you completely" look. And I know I can't blame her for it.
I told her it was ok. Hell, I told her it was a good idea.
Fuck. Why did I think this could work?
Before I can find an answer to that, three large rental trucks pull up and I am relieved to put aside the personal stuff and get to work. I greet the roadies—the bands had already agreed on one crew and one set, with minor modifications for each band—and after a few minutes of bullshitting we are hard at work.
Everything goes flawlessly right through sound check. No busted equipment, no missing band members, even the food trays that were delivered seem fresh. The stadium is starting to fill up. The security is in place...they're an insurance requirement; I'm hoping like hell we won't need them.
The bands are mostly hanging out in their buses, although the first act is backstage. All the kids from class are here. Most of them are working, a few are finished for the day. Finn is in charge of backstage passes. I guess Hearne figured he's just the right type of guy to tell people where they belong and where they don't. Reese and Isabel are the "band-handlers," although a lot of band members are coming up to me for stuff, because a few them know me and they got the idea I'm "in charge" when really, I was just supposed to book the acts. Stephen is taking official pictures, I guess. He's got an expensive Nikon and he's milling around taking candid shots. The food is catered, but Leander has the drinks covered.
Lana arrives. She has changed and she is milling around ...in light blue ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and pastel flannel tied around waist. She looks casual but something in the details...the colors, the shoes, the bracelets, I dunno—they make her look more...pulled together than normal. Or maybe it's just the way her confidence has spiked recently. The "band-handlers" immediately lose the attention of the band to Lana, and I see Finn's color rise as he eyes Lana talking enthusiastically with Dak Hayes, lead singer of a very popular local band. Hell, so popular even Lana probably knows who he is. Dak is not drinking, but he has handed Lana two shots in the last five minutes, and he winks at Leander to pour up another. Finn's trying to untangle himself from some people looking for passes to get over there and cut Lana off. I laugh; now he knows what I go through.
My laugh catches Lana's attention. She takes one look at my aura and heads straight for me, bypassing Finn with a murmur on the way.
She stands in front of me, hands on hips. "Really? That's the third time this week."
Lana says she can tell when people smoke weed from their auras, up to a day after. I never believed her before, but she's been pretty accurate with me this week. Three for three.
"Look, you do not want to lecture me about recreational activities, Lana. How many times did I carry your ass up your dorm stairs last semester? For that matter, how many shots did you just drink in five minutes?"
She waves at my aura. "This is not just about your preferred recreational activities. This is different."
"How?" I challenge.
She looks surprisingly thoughtful. "It's too many changes at once. Your magic unbound, being with Carrie, being with Dru...and now, smoking pot. Two months ago, you were a fucking boy scout. Now, you're..." she gestured at my aura again, helplessly. "Sean, you're a...a...."
"A sexwitch?" I supply helpfully.
She looks embarrassed. "Why do you have to be so...open about it?"
"Why do you have to be freaked about it?" I fold my arms. "You can't honestly tell me your sex life is totally non-magical."
"No, it's fine," she says, avoiding my gaze.
"Fine? That's too bad Lana. Fine is not the kind of sex I'd wish on any witch. If your magic's not in it, maybe Finn is just not the right guy for you..."
"Oh my god, Finn is amazing in bed, okay? He calls my magic better than all my other boyfriends put together. I really...Sean, I like him, ok? I don't want to mess it up. He'd be pissed if he knew we are talking about this. He's already so jealous of you."
I snort. It's very amusing, the shoe on the other foot. "He's just going to have to get used to us. I'm not going anywhere, Lana. If he can't handle it--"
"I told him, Sean. About us."
Anger boils up in me. I want to shake Lana, but I clench my fists to avoid laying my hands on her. We aren't kids anymore. That kind of stuff used to be horseplay, not now it's not...not even between us.
"Why would you do that, Lana? No one is supposed to know. You promised."
"Yeah, and you promised to keep your magic bound."
"Fuck," I mutter low, " I really want to punch something right now, Lana. You need to go."
She doesn't move. "No. Sean, I'm worried about your judgment. I don't like the look of your aura tonight."
Ahhh, I get it now. She's worried about the vision I had when I was twelve years old.
"Lana, tonight is not that night." I lean in close. "How could something like that even happen here?"
Lana jerks on the steel structure of the stage canopy. "You said there were bars. You said we were older. You said it was loud. And you said you used your voice..."
I closed my eyes, trying to see the vision I had tried to forget for so long. I could barely remember it now. Being bound had faded the ability to recall it clearly, because it wasn't a memory, it was a magical vision. What if the details I thought I remembered were wrong?
"It wasn't like this, Alanna," I say, only marginally sure I'm right. "There were people, but not...crowds. And it was raining."
I smile at her and peak out from underneath the backstage canopy. "Not a cloud in the sky, Alanna." I say, and then, I add, "Not a worry in my world, tonight."
She looks at my aura again. "Liar," she whispers and hugs me. I hug her back. I made myself a promise years ago, never to stay irritated with Lana for very long, and never, ever to refuse her affection. What if I brush her off one time...and it turns out to be that day in my vision...her last day?
I would do anything to prevent that vision from coming true. I just wish I could remember it better. Fuck Maeve, for taking the clarity of it from me, for taking everything from me...even my life on Mystic Mountain, even Lana.
Now that I have Lana back, I've decided, I'll do whatever it takes to keep her in my life. To keep her in her life.
Dammit. Between Lana, Dru, and Carrie, I am really struggling.
A/N: Hmmmm.....which side of Sean do you like better? The Cutie or the Sexwitch? I think they are really just two sides of the same coin. Ever loved someone with two very strong poles? It's not that easy...but it's worth it, I think! Friday's chapter is Cernunnos's and Carrie's private chat. And holy hell does it get intense! Stay tuned. Please vote if you like the story progress! Thanks!