Howl's Moving Castle Fan Fiction ❯ The Battles of Peacetime ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Howl and Co. I DO own my precious little kitty Chow Fun however. MINE! {cough} Yeah, so Miyazaki and Diana Wynne Jones hold the rights, I'm just twisting them around in my artless little way. Howl's Moving Castle is the property of Diana Wynne Jones for the novel and Miyazaki for the movie. I do not own them, and am making nothing from the publishing of this story on the internet.

 

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The Battles of Peacetime

Chapter 6

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Calcifer blazed his way swiftly across the sky. He'd set the castle down in a small shadowy valley, concealing it from prying eyes. He knew Howl's magic would do the rest, keeping Sophie safe. The little fire daemon flared at the thought of Sophie. She had looked so pale, lying in Howl's arms. The black of her clothes even more of a contrast to the unnatural white of her skin. Calcifer thought it was probably a blessing she was wearing black, it hid the blood. He'd been able to smell it the moment the pair had entered. Markel probably wouldn't have been able to handle seeing Sophie covered in blood.

 

Calcifer grumbled to himself as he made his way to the refugee camps. Hopefully, the boy was having an easy time finding Sulliman, there was only so much one fire daemon could do.

 

Even from where he'd hidden the castle, he'd been able to hear the screams, high pitched and fearful. As he followed the sound, his other senses reached out. He could smell blood, not a good sign. And there was magic, lots of magic. Calcifer shifted his angle careening around the last of the foothills between the castle and the refuge camp. Despite the warning of his senses, the sight that greeted him stopped him cold.

 

Men, women, and children ran for cover, trying to find an outcropping or bit of rock that could protect them from the death being delivered from above. The beetle-beasts swooped down, snatching an unlucky human and rising up into the air, then dropping them. The lucky ones fell to their death. The unlucky ones were caught by another beast and had the terror of falling revisited upon them. Claws swooped out of the black sky to slash at running humans, reaching out to gouge and tear.

 

Above, the bat-beasts screamed encouragement, occasionally diving down to participate in the carnage.

 

Calcifer regained his thoughts and flew into the midst of the creatures. With a mere thought he suddenly expanded, becoming a terrifying ball of fire, blazing hot and bright. Tendrils of flame reached out to strike at creatures unfortunate enough to get too close. The shrieks of terror were now coming from the air as eyes were blinded by the light, and flesh burned in magical flames.

 

Slowly, Calcifer ended his first attack, banking his flames and returning to his usual smaller size. He surveyed his surroundings, trying to get a feel for the success of his attack. Below him, the humans were still scrambling for what little cover they could find. Rocks were hardly substantial enough when the attack was from the air, but Calcifer knew it was all they had. The screams were still coming from the creatures, but they were fading slowly as the creatures fled to get away from the burning pain.

 

He knew he had won this small victory, but the refugees were scattered all over the foothills. The winged creatures would merely go elsewhere to continue their murderous rage. As Calcifer watched, the creatures split off, going in different directions, as though some signal had been given. He raced off, and decided to move to the East, furthest away from Kingsford, where Suliman would be arriving from. Hopefully, the Royal Wizard would move quickly to keep casualties down.

 

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Markel raced through the palace halls, making his way swiftly toward the Wizard Suliman's quarters. His legs were spurred on by his concern for Sophie. He knew Howl was caring for her, and would ensure she healed, but he also knew this attack was somehow related to her injuries. He didn't want Sophie to be blamed for people being hurt, and he knew the sooner Suliman got to the people, the more people would be saved.

 

Sliding to a stop outside the door to Master Suliman's rooms, he began pounding frantically, “Master Suliman! Master Suliman, please let me in!”

 

The door opened almost immediately, and Suliman himself stood there, dressed in a long cloak, with a satchel slung over his shoulder. “Come Markel, we must move quickly, I have a skimmer waiting.”

 

Markel ran to keep up with the wizard's longer strides, following him down a hall and out into the darkness. He paused as he realized they had emerged onto a side lawn of the palace, lights bobbed on numerous skimmers, each with two people ready to move out.

 

“Markel! Quickly please!” Markel jumped and raced toward the skimmer Suliman was standing next to. He climbed into the seat on the back of the craft as the wizard took the seat in the front, at the wheel. Without another word, they took to the air, wings humming, the other skimmers rising up behind them to follow.

 

Suliman called to Markel over his shoulder, “I was able to gather up a few troops and some lesser wizards to help, what I want to know is, what the hell is going on?”

 

Markel winced at the anger in the older man's voice. He knew he wanted answers, but Markel didn't have them. “Howl sent me to get you and warn you of the attack, and to help in any way you need.”

 

“And where exactly is Howl?” The wizards' voice sounded furious.

 

Markel fought back the tears and stared down at his hands clenched in his lap, “He's taking care of Sophie. He brought her back to the castle and she seemed to be really hurt. She was just laying there in his arms, and her face was white and she wasn't moving and …” tears made slow trails down Markel's cheeks. After the stress of worrying over Sophie, Suliman's anger was enough to break Markel's self-control and start the tears. Markel jumped as a hand covered his in his lap and looked up. Suliman had turned to look at him, obviously having given over control of the skimmer to magic for the moment.

 

“I'm sorry, Markel. I don't mean to be so hard on you. I am very concerned over the situation we find ourselves in. I'm also worried over not having Howl here, but I understand a little better why he isn't. Is there anything else Howl said I should know?”

 

Markel paused, wiping at his tears and getting hold of his emotions, “I'm pretty sure he sent Calcifer to help.”

 

Suliman nodded, “Good. Now, the only things I want you worrying about are nasty flying things with pointy claws and teeth. Sophie is in good hands.”

 

Markel nodded as the wizard turned away to take the helm of the skimmer once more. He wiped his face with his hands one more time and took a deep breath of cool night air as they flew quickly over the ground. He felt a little more in control of himself as the mountains began to loom closer.

 

Something black and large swooped past the skimmer and Markel heard Suliman curse, “Hold on back there.”

 

Markel barely had time to register the fear that slithered down his spine before they were banking right, swooping down as inhuman screams pierced the air. Markel squinted his eyes, trying to see in the darkness, his eyes widened as he saw dark black forms skittering across the night sky, blocking out stars.

 

“Master …”

 

Suliman nodded, “I know, they're swarming above us. Get ready Markel, we're about to have our hands full.” Markel watched as Suliman gestured and stood, casting the spell which would allow him to guide the skimmer with a mere thought. He glanced back, the other skimmers were still behind them, he could hear the sound of their wings, buzzing as they flew in formation.

 

The night was silent, the air heavy with the threat of violence. Markel's hands slowly clenched the fabric of his pants, knowing the attack was coming, but not knowing when. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting, the hum of the skimmers the only sound.

 

A sudden scream pierced the night and then an explosion ripped through the air. Markel jumped and turned in time to see the flare of fire as a skimmer exploded, what the fire revealed sent terror shooting through the young man. One of the lizard creatures he remembered from when they had been defending the shop in Market Chipping was clutching in it's talons a man who was still struggling, terror on his face. Another man was fighting a losing battle at the wheel of what was left of the skimmer, hoping to keep it in the air.

 

His fingers dug into the wood of his chair as he watched the creature release the struggling man, there was a moment where he seemed to hover in the air, then he began to drop. Markel cried out even as wings burst from the man's back, catching him mid-air. He quickly swept up and caught the other man who remained on the out-of-control skimmer, then slowly disappeared toward the ground. A trail of smoke marked the path of the skimmer as it dropped to the ground and crashed in a final explosion.

 

Suliman spoke quickly, “I paired up a wizard with a soldier hoping the combination would allow them to get out of situations like that one. Not all of them can use the flight spells, we were lucky … Damn, hold on Markel.”

 

Markel didn't get a chance to think about what had happened, the skimmer pulled up into the air even as a creature screamed past Markel's head. It was as though the explosion had been a signal; the creatures were swooping down from the air, attacking the skimmers at random.

 

Suliman threw out a hand and balls of light streaked into the air, burning holes into delicate wings and lighting the sky with an eerie blue glow, before exploding and fading into darkness. Markel blinked, the explosion having destroyed his night vision. As his vision came back he quickly looked around and realized he wasn't the only one who had been blinded. While the light had given the soldiers the ability to aim and fire the mini-cannons mounted on their forearms, the wizards had been prepared, wearing strange goggles. Once the light faded they took over and quickly reformed the skimmers into a different formation as the creatures screamed in pain and confusion.

 

Before Markel had a chance to get his bearings, the skimmers split off again, soaring in different directions. Watching, Markel feared they would hit each other, and that's when it struck him. They had practiced this. The manoeuvres he was seeing were well rehearsed. Each man knew their position and what was expected. Markel began to wonder if there was some magic involved with how co-ordinated everything seemed, then he shook his head. He would ask Howl about it later. Right now, he had to see if there was anything he could do to help.

 

Howl hadn't yet taught him any offensive magic, but he did have some minimal defensive spells at his disposal. He paused, wondering if he should use any of them, or if it would disrupt Suliman's attacks, when a black shape streaked toward him in his peripheral vision. He screamed and automatically threw up a shield, deflecting the creature's sharp talons at the last moment.

 

“Good Markel. It's nice to know Howl taught you to protect yourself. It allows me to focus on other things. We must continue to draw them away from the people.”

 

Markel took a deep breath and nodded, staying aware of his surroundings so he could defend himself as necessary. He wondered how Calcifer was doing even as he threw up a shield to deflect another assault.

 

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Calcifer had herded many of the creatures past the areas restricted from the refugees. No longer having to worry about injuring innocent people, he was able to attack without qualms. More than a few creatures were now lying on the ground, what was left of them still smoking. Some creatures, hovering in the air about him screamed angrily, jagged wounds smouldering.

 

Calcifer exploded through their ranks again, taking out another of the beetle-creatures, others wailing in pain and fear. This time, the creatures turned and fled toward the remains of Market Chipping. Calcifer watched them go ensuring it wasn't a ruse, then turned and began flying toward the sounds of battle to the west. Below him, humans remained hidden, shuddering in terror behind rocks and boulders, under blankets and tarps. Soldiers kept their weapons trained on the night sky, the sounds of the nearby fight keeping them at the ready.

 

Blue light flashed across the sky in front of Calcifer, silhouetting the skimmers and creatures locked in combat. Calcifer was surprised to see only the bat-creatures and none of the beetle-creatures. He wasn't sure what this meant, until movement caught his eye, dragging his attention below the main fight. The beetle-creatures were positioning themselves under the skimmers watching, learning their patterns and preparing a surprise attack from beneath.

 

Quickly, Calcifer altered his direction, heading down toward the group of beetle-creatures, hoping a surprise attack of his own would counter their plans. He burst into the group, blazing brightly in a shower of sparks. The creatures screamed, shielding their eyes from the sudden flash of light. In his peripheral vision Calcifer saw the skimmers change direction and scatter. He focused his attention back to the fight currently on his hands. The beetle-creatures were beginning to recover from the suddenness of his attack and circling him. He wondered what they thought they could possibly do to a fire daemon, when a stream of water shot past him from nearby, nearly putting him out.

 

His eyes widened and he turned to face the direction the attack had come from. A bat-creature hovered, glaring at him, red eyes glowing slightly. Calcifer swore to himself; so the bat-creatures were able to use a minimal amount of magic, it seemed. He wondered if Howl had known, then decided it didn't matter - he'd still yell at the wizard for not having warned him.

 

Another stream of water shot toward him and Calcifer dodged quickly. A skimmer shot past him and a blast from a mini-cannon made a wet thud as it struck the creature in the eyeball. As Calcifer watched, the creature's head exploded from the blast, then, with an eerie grace, the headless carcass flipped and spun as it dropped to the ground. Calcifer turned his attention to the two men on the skimmer, one of which was currently shooting balls of light from his hands toward the creatures surrounding them, keeping them at bay.

 

“Master Calcifer!,” the other man called to him, “Master Suliman says to try to drive the creatures back to Market Chipping for now. We don't have enough fire power to destroy them, especially without Master Howl!”

 

Calcifer flew over to the soldier, flaring a bit to keep the circling monsters away, “I'll worry about herding this bunch then.”

 

The soldier nodded and gave him a salute, then steered the skimmer into the night, the wizard on the back throwing up one last shower of sparks to give Calcifer a moment to prepare.

 

“Right then, let's get this over with, you overweight insects.”

 

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Suliman watched as the few remaining creatures retreated to the dark shadows of Market Chipping. He wiped his sleeve over his forehead and turned to look at Markel. “That's the last of them. How're you doing back there?”

 

Giving the older wizard a wan smile, Markel tried to sit up a bit straighter, “Tired … but unharmed. How's you're head, master?”

 

Suliman gingerly dabbed at the wound on his left temple, “It'll be alright; a little tender, but nothing Howl can't fix in return for cleaning up this mess.” He winked at the young apprentice as another skimmer flew up. The soldier on the skimmer saluted, the wizard on the back was slumped in a chair, breathing deeply but clearly unconscious.

 

“Sir, all quadrants have reported in, the creatures have retreated. The wounded civilians are being treated and our injured men are resting or on their way back to Kingsbury for treatment.”

 

Suliman nodded, “What are the casualties?”

 

“Five civilians dead, 35 injured. One skimmer lost as well as its crew, four severely injured, many with scrapes and bruises.”

 

Suliman nodded, “Any loss is sad, but I'm pleased the losses were much lighter than I had feared. Very well Captain, finish up here with the civilians, then head back to the palace. I have business to attend to. We will hold a debriefing with the King and his staff tomorrow morning.”

 

The soldier gave an exhausted salute and turned his skimmer, heading in the direction of numerous camp-fires glowing in the distance as Calcifer flew over.

 

“Howl owes me for this one. One of those things tried to squirt me with water!” The fire daemon grumped and grumbled, reassuring Suliman that he was unharmed.

 

“We couldn't have done it without you Master Calcifer. Speaking of the reclusive wizard however, I would like to pay him a visit. Shall we?”

 

Calcifer blanched slightly at the tone in Suliman's voice. He might grumble and grunt about the fight he had participated in, but when it came down to it, Calcifer agreed with Howl's decision to stay behind and care for Sophie.

 

He slanted a glance at the Royal Wizard, “I don't know if Howl will be able to see you, it depends upon Sophie's condition.”

 

Suliman gave him a terrifyingly sweet smile, “I shall just have to see if I can offer my assistance then, won't I?”

 

Calcifer and Markel exchanged a worried glance, but couldn't argue with that. With a small grunt, Calcifer flew off in the direction of the small, shadowy valley he'd left the castle in, the Royal Wizard's skimmer following sedately behind.

 

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Sophie shuddered as she came awake, moaning softly. Her shoulder was a dull ache and she felt wet all over, but there was a wonderful heat at her back and a band of heat around her waist. She snuggled back into the heat, wincing slightly as her shoulder protested.

 

“Sophie?”

 

The lilt of Howl's voice sounded in her ear and she blinked, still dazed, “Howl?”

 

Gentle fingers caressed her jaw and she realized the warmth around her waist was one of Howl's arms. She couldn't seem to get her brain to work and her eyelids felt too heavy to open.

 

Howl's body shifted carefully behind her and her brain registered the sound of water sloshing, “How do you feel, dear one?”

 

Sophie relaxed completely into Howl so she could focus on the question. “I feel wet and my shoulder hurts and I can't figure out what happened. My eyelids won't open either.”

 

Howl chuckled gently in her ear and Sophie felt herself relaxing at the sound.

 

“It's a side-effect of the healing. Now that you're awake you'll start to become more and more aware, don't rush; take your time waking up. Just relax.”

 

Sophie decided she would do just that, she snuggled back and felt Howl tuck her head under his chin. His other arm snaked around to hug her back against him, the hand gently caressing her hip.

 

She stayed like that for a long time, just soaking up the warmth of Howl's body. The ache in her shoulder was dissipating with each passing moment and she could feel the lethargy leaving her muscles. Slowly, her eyes drifted open and she took in her surroundings, blinking to help focus her eyes.

 

“Why am I in the bathtub?”

 

Howl laughed, and hugged her gently, “Because you look so charming soaking wet.”

 

Sophie turned in his arms, resting her hands on his chest and looking up into his face, “I may be a bit out of it, but I highly doubt I agreed to climb into the tub with you still dressed … er …” Sophie blushed furiously as she realized she was sprawled across Howl's naked chest, wearing only her thin shift which had been turned transparent by the water.

 

Her gaze flew up to Howl's face eyes wide and her breath caught. Howl's eyes darkened and a sharp intensity came into them as he watched her.

 

“Howl …?”

 

Howl lifted a hand and gently stroked a bit of her damp hair from her face, “Do you remember what happened, Sophie?”

 

Sophie swallowed and shook her head, “I … my head still feels fuzzy …”

 

“Fuzzy, hmmm? We'll have to see what we can do about that, yes?” Howl smiled and Sophie shuddered against him. He leaned in slowly, holding her body against him with the arm about her waist, his other hand cupping her jaw, holding her face still as his lips gently claimed hers.

 

Sophie's eyes drifted closed again and she melted against Howl, sighing as she relaxed against him, her mind too dazed to examine why exactly this might be a bad idea. After all, how could something that felt so nice possibly be bad?

 

Howl moaned into her mouth, his emotions a tumult. She was alive, Sophie was alive and whole and healthy. She was in his arms and he was kissing her and she was kissing him back. His tongue traced her lower lip and he almost shouted as she opened her mouth to him. In that moment, the mood of the kiss changed. No longer a sweet reassurance of her health and continued existence in his world; Howl clutched her to him, demanding, his tongue claiming territory that belonged to him. His hand slid from her jaw to the nape of her neck, tangling in her silver hair and holding her to him. His body shuddered as Sophie moaned and slid her hands from his chest up to his shoulders and then wrapped around to cling to his neck.

 

With each passing moment, Howl's control was slipping. His nerve endings seemed hyper sensitized. Sophie's fingers were tracing little patterns at the back of his neck; every move of her fingers seemed to send a streak of sensation through his blood. He could feel every curve of her body through the thin wet cotton barrier of her shift. Her pebbled nipples burned against his chest as she arched against him. When her tongue tentatively moved to caress his, Howl's hand slid down from her waist to her hip, then over to massage her buttocks, pressing her down into him with each caress.

 

Sophie could feel something hard pressing against her pelvis and shuddered, knowing precisely what it was. Her legs slid to the side so she was straddling his hips, and she trembled at the intensified sensations. She gasped as Howl pressed her against him and arched, breaking their kiss and pressing her entire length against him. His lips burned against her jaw, her neck as he licked and nibbled at her over-sensitized skin. She couldn't think, colors and sensations were rushing through her until she could only act on instinct. She cried out and buried her face against Howl's neck as his hand slipped beneath the hem of her shift to trail up the skin of her inner thigh.

 

A warning shot through Howl's mind moments before feet were heard pounding up the stairs. Howl clutched Sophie to him and with a small gesture, ensured the door was locked a split second before there was a thudding on the wooden panel.

 

“Master Howl? It's me! We're back, but Master Suliman is here and wants to talk to you and we want to know how Sophie is.”

 

Sophie had jumped in Howl's arms at the first pounding at the door. She blinked, desperately trying to get her mind functioning again. She blushed furiously as she realized Howl's hand was still on the skin of her thigh not far below a certain very private area. She buried her face in his neck as the full understanding of the position they were currently in swept through her.

 

She was lying on top of a nearly naked Howl, her bare legs straddling his pant-clad ones, in a see through shift which had somehow ended up around her waist. On top of it all, she was utterly furious at Markel for knocking on the door, and desperately wanted Howl's hand to move about an inch higher, all of which only made her blush harder.

 

Howl took a deep breath before answering Markel, hoping his voice sounded somewhat normal. “Sophie just woke and is doing fine. Tell Suliman we'll be down as soon as Sophie gets her bearings.”

 

“'Kay!” There was a pause as though Markel wanted to say more, then the sound of his footsteps as he tamped his way back downstairs.

 

Howl sighed softly and looked down at the girl in his arms. Her face was buried against his neck, but he knew she was blushing. He also knew he should remove his hand from her thigh, but couldn't quite bring himself to. Instead, he began a gentle massage slowly moving his hand from the skin of her thigh, to her hip, and kissed her ear before resting his head on hers.

 

“So, do you want to strangle the dear boy as much as I do at this very moment?”

 

There was a choking sound from Sophie, which made Howl reach around with the hand in her hair and lift her chin. She was still red as a tomato, but she was trying desperately not to laugh. At that moment Howl fell even more desperately in love with her. He smiled into her eyes and kissed her gently, wanting to feel her laughter. “I'll take that as a yes.”

 

Sophie started to sit up, still smiling, then blinked as Howl's eyes flicked down and that wonderful heat flickered through his gaze. Sophie looked down and gasped, throwing herself onto Howl again. The shift was totally and completely transparent, revealing every inch of her skin.

 

Howl merely chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. “Ah Sophie, if you wanted to remain in my arms, all you had to do was say so!”

 

Sophie splashed him in the face with water.

 

Howl grinned and wiped the water off before gazing down at her, his blue eyes laughing. “Well, my dove, as much as I'd like to stay in the bath with you all evening, we do have a guest to attend to.” Howl carefully slid himself out from under Sophie, keeping his gaze focused away from her. He reached out for a towel and draped it over the edge of the tub. He then grabbed the drying powder from the nearby potions shelf and doused himself. Without turning around he stepped toward the door. “I'm going to go change and get some clothing for you Sophie, won't be a moment.” With that he was gone.

 

Sophie sat up carefully, grasping the towel and wrapping it around herself even as she slid the shift off her shoulders and let it fall into the tub with a wet `plop'. She stood there in the water, slowly returning to her normal color, but also feeling strangely restless. Reaching out a hand to grip the lip of the tub as she got out, she winced at the stiffness of her shoulder. In an instant it all came flooding back to her; the darkness, the pain, the desperate fear. She cried out as her legs collapsed and she tumbled to the floor.

 

The door flew open and Howl was there, kneeling before her, in an instant. “Sophie, are you alright?”

 

Sophie looked up at him with wide blue eyes, fear shining from them, then flung herself against him, clutching him tightly. Howl heard footsteps on the stairs and reached out with a foot to shut the door, before calling out, “She's alright! Her memory is returning. Give us a few more moments please.”

 

He ran gentle fingers through her hair and over her shoulders as she clutched him, trembling from the left-over fear.

 

He shifted to sit next to her, leaning his back against the tub, and pulled her onto his lap, “Shhh, love. It'll be alright. You're safe now. Nothing will hurt you. I'm right here.” He continued murmuring nonsense words into her ear. One of his hands held her to him tightly, while the other continued to gently caress her back and shoulders.

 

They stayed like that until Sophie took a deep, shaky breath and leaned a little away from Howl.

 

“Feeling better?” he murmured, gazing into her eyes, searching for her answer.

 

She nodded. Wrapped in nothing but the towel, Howl thought she looked extremely delicate, almost waifish, with her wet hair dangling around her face and her gentle brown eyes still wide and tinged with fear. Howl gently stroked her jaw, his other hand draped around her hip.

 

“We'll talk later, once company is gone, hmm?”

 

Sophie nodded again and Howl gently helped her to her feet. He picked up her dress and stockings from where he'd dropped them on the floor when he'd come in and draped them over a chair.

 

“I'll leave you to get dressed then, and see you downstairs, dear one.” He turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on his sleeve. He turned to look at Sophie, a question in his eyes.

 

“Stay … please … I don't want to be alone right now.” Sophie stared resolutely at the floor as she spoke and only looked up when Howl took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles.

 

“How about I go stand in that corner over there while you get dressed, then we can go down together, alright?”

 

Sophie nodded grateful beyond words for his understanding. She waited until he was thoroughly ensconced in the corner before dropping the towel and quickly pulling on her clothes. She thought she had never gotten dressed so fast in her life.

 

“I'm ready.”

 

Howl turned around at her soft voice, then walked over to her smiling, “You look beautiful, but one more thing I believe should be taken care of.” He snatched a brush off the counter and turned Sophie around with his hands on her shoulders. He slowly pulled the brush through Sophie's hair, careful not to pull, working out all the tangles.

 

Sophie sighed, relaxing at the sensation of the brush on her scalp. Her eyes drifted shut and she let her mind wander in a haze of contentment, letting the gentle feel of Howl brushing her hair distract her from less pleasant thoughts.

 

She felt a gentle kiss on the side of her neck and opened her eyes. Howl smiled down at her, “There you are, my own, more beautiful than ever. Come now. They are worried about you downstairs.” He held his hand out to her and she took it, then laced her fingers with his, needing the contact.

 

He squeezed her hand gently, then opened the door and led her out.

 

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End Chapter 6

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