I set up the monster post to continue to cranking of Dayel's Discomfort in my absence. This should be the final part. :)
“No need to be modest!” Juno called after them. “I’m sure the ring would suit your hand very well, Danyel, dear!” Once more, she was all eager friendliness. “Be sure to come back if you change your minds!”
“Why did you do that?” Danyel demanded, but he let Dayel drag him through the crowds. “Something about that ring spoke me, almost sang in the back on my mind.” He glanced down at their interlocking fingers. “I’m almost sure I’ve seen it before.” His flesh trembled within Dayel’s grip. “It’s almost like it wanted me to want it.”
“Exercise your right of refusal to hungry…anythings…every once in a while!” Dayel growled. “A symbol of ritual bondage is not to be accepted lightly!”
Danyel’s breath caught in his throat.
“Ritual bondage,” he murmured to himself as much as his twin. “I think I know where I saw that ring.” He swallowed. “Christopher was wearing it.”
“All the more reason for you not to.” Dayel picked up speed, putting as much distance between Danyel and Juno’s booth as possible. “Don’t pick up any more rocks from the Shadow Forest. It only leads to trouble.”
Danyel stopped, planting his feet firmly in the ground.
It forced Dayel to stop, too. If he didn’t, he’d be forced to let go of Danyel.
He’d never do that. Never.
Hands still entwined, he turned to face his twin.
Their eyes met.
Danyel’s, unlike Dayel’s, had no unearthly silver light, even if they were the same violet blue as his twin’s.
The only thing they gleamed with was conviction.
Not that that was something to be underestimated.
“Picking up rocks is what I do.” Danyel swallowed, but he didn’t look away from his brother. “I don’t want to stop.”
It was Dayel who swallowed, whose gaze dropped to his feet.
What could he say to that?