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[zopyrus]

Title: Ultimatum
Challenge/Prompt: Cloud
Original Fiction
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Mine.
Summary: Iris loses a friend.

Iris leaned over the cauldron, dipping her ladle into the cloudy broth, keeping her gaze carefully forward. She pictured his face: eyebrows drawn together, wide mouth drawn down. His hair, yellow as—

No. Forget his face. She stirred the broth, tried to picture nothing. Her mouth opened.

“I saw you,” she hissed. “You and her.”

Her voice was ugly, rasping. It was like hearing somebody else, but she couldn’t stop. “If you touch her again, I swear I’ll tell her husband.”

Xanthos was still standing behind her. She stared harder into the soup.

When she turned around he was gone.