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[white_flowers]

She recognizes what is happening, at least to some degree. How could she not?

(when the Dark comes rising)
Blodwen moves lightly through the winter storm and over the snowy ground, and ghosts silently past the dark shape of the bunker that waits outside the lake door. She pauses there, looking up at the blood-bright sky and the dark space within

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[white_flowers]

"A pity, that," she sighs, and sounds genuinely sorrowful. "I suppose it is that we shall just have to work around it."

She takes a step back and slips one foot out of her shoe as she warns him,

"Careful, Zed dear; back away a bit, do..."

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed smirks and takes a healthy couple of steps back.

He's not sure what she's got in mind, but he's damn sure he's going to like it.

[white_flowers]

Blodwen gives a slight shrug, and a sweet smile.

"It has worked before, after all," she tells him, and stamps her bare foot solidly on the floor.

The wood ripples with the violence of the rot and decay that rushes out in a sickening wave, destroying the floor beneath the karaoke machine.

[bring_a_sponge]

Zed chuckles.

It's a rather evil chuckle, actually.

Oh yeah. This was definitely an excellent idea.

[white_flowers]

It makes rather a satisfying crash, all things considered.

Blodwen turns and looks at Zed, waiting for his reaction.

[bring_a_sponge]

Delight. Glee.

ENORMOUS satisfaction.

And a heaping pile of smug.

Blodwen Rowlands. Accept no substitutes.

[white_flowers]

She laughs, low and soft and more than a little surprised.

"I was not at all sure what you would think, cariad," Blodwen tells him, smiling.

"I should have put more trust in your good sense."

[bring_a_sponge]

"Warms my heart," he assures her.

"Only question is, will it stick?"

He eyes the machine. If there's one constant about the bar, after all, it's disappointment.

[white_flowers]

"That is a good..."

She's interrupted by a loud, oddly defiant rumble, as the karaoke machine materializes once more and resettles itself on the floor beside the giant hole, beeping and blinking furiously.

Blodwen looks vexed.

"Bespelled indeed," she mutters.

[bring_a_sponge]

"Well, fuck me sidways," Zed grumbles in annoyance.

He sighs.

"Well, it was a good try, Blodwen. A solid 'A+' for effort."

Or a preview of coming attractions?

[white_flowers]

"There, there," she reassures him, smiling.

"Time there is yet for something else to happen, after all."