Unnamed Journal Volume 2, Issue 3 - Page 39

Lost in the Strange, Cold Pleasures of the Night find you. I went straight to you to see what you wanted me to do. I was pleasantly surprised that all you wanted was some...company." Emily blushed, and looked down reflexively. "Hey, don't be embarrassed! I had a good time. But Emily, my question to you is: how long are you keeping me around?" His eyes were wide, his brow raised slightly. Jack's expression drove home his alien nature to Emily. He looked like a shark in a human suit, or some other creature trying to pass for a human. But she liked the way he looked. He really seemed to want her attention right now, and she like how that felt. I want to have more sex with him, she mused. "Well, Jack, how long can you stay? I like spending time with you, and I was kind of hoping we could have a repeat of last night." "Sure, we can do that, " he said, "Technically, you can keep me around as long as you like. You just have to maintain the effigy, otherwise the spell will be broken." His face was downcast. "What's wrong?" "As I mentioned previously, this isn't the first time I've been called to the human realm. Each summoning is a bit different, but eventually it ends and I go back to my life. It's just that, well, my life back home doesn't just stop because I've been summoned here." "I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't know." Tears began to well in her eyes. "I guess I thought you just came from nowhere, you know? Like a blank slate or something." "It's okay. Please don't cry. You couldn't have known. I'll be okay splitting my time for awhile. I'll just be tired sometimes. Okay?" "Okay," it was all Emily could think to say. It felt like her brain was trying to make her experience every possible emotion simultaneously. She sniffled. "I'm supposed to help my mom check the pen fences right now. Can we talk some more tonight when I see you?" "Of course we can." *** “J ack, what are you, anyway?" Emily asked, her head resting on his chest. "Oh, I'm not sure there's analog for my people in human myths. We make our homes in or near bodies of water. Kind of like undines or mermaids." "I know what undines and mermaids are," she said. "It makes sense that you're kind of like that, except not really. I hadn't really thought of anything like that when I was doing the ritual, though, but it does explain a few things about your body." Emily paused listening to the uncanny whooshing noise beneath Jack's cold skin. She