Green eyes flutter open. The strawberry blonde looks at the simplicity of the room without lifting her head. Soft smooth skin warms her cheek, and she draws small circles along a tight stomach.
Long fingers brush through blonde hair. "Good morning." Dinah says in a raspy voice.
"Mmm, morning." Y/n stretches along the tall woman's body. "I didn't think you were up." She hugs the dark woman to her.
"I have two errands to run today. Would you like to come with me?"
"Sure. What do you need to do?"
"Make a deposit at the bank and make sword delivery. But first we'll go to Denny's for breakfast." Dinah says as she kisses the crown of y/n/n's head.
"Mmm, you sure know the way to my heart---food." Y/n kisses her on the chin and gets up.
Once dressed Y/n follows Dinah to the blacksmith shop she has behind the house. The tall woman pulls down the sword from off the shelf, and taking it out the sheath, she shows it to her.
"Wow, this one is really intense in its design." She looks at the three skulls at the end of the hilt. The base of the blade has a jagged design for the purpose of removing your opponent's insides once you stab him through and try to pull the blade out. Y/n slightly frowns, knowing the sword has an almost evil feel to it.
"Yeah, that was a special order. I was given a drawing of the design to follow." She retrieves the item from Y/n and places it inside a box.
"I'm not going to say it's pretty, but you did a terrific job on it."
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Dinah knocks on the door while Y/n leans against the SUV waiting. She knocks a second time. Finally the door opens and there stands a tall bleach blonde with icy blue eyes.
"Well...hello handsome." Comes the purr from this woman.
Dinah disregards the tone of the greeting. "I have a delivery her for Sinclair." She reads from the piece of paper in her hand.
"Yes, that's me. But you can call me Linda." Her eyes rake slowly over the tall tan lean body. "Ah, you are Hansen, the blacksmith. How wonderful to meet you in person." She extends her hand, which Dinah, not wanting to be rude to a customer, half-heartedly shakes. "My brother speaks highly of your work. Why don't you come in for a drink, and you can tell me all about the sword you made." She steps back to let Dinah in.
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A/N taylor is linda sinclair
"Um, no thanks. I have someone waiting for me." She points towards Y/n, and then says, "Here is your sword."
Linda looks past Dinah's shoulder to notice the strawberry blonde. An evil smirk comes across her face. "Is that Y/n? Why yes it is." Her words ooze with sarcasm. She waves, catching the young woman attention. "Hello Y/n." She loudly calls out. "It sure has been a while since we last saw one another."
Y/n puts a hand over her eyes to shield the sun from blinding her view so she can get a good look at who is calling out to her. "Oh shit." She says under her breath, and stands there for a moment with wide eyes in dis belief. Then with fists clenched, she takes determined strides, and steps up behind her lover.
The tall woman turns around. "Y/n/n, this is Ms. Sinclair. She says she knows you."
"Yes, I know her ---unfortunately." Y/n/n says unkindly.
"Why, Y/n, after all this time, that's all you can say? Don't you miss me?" Linda says sarcastically while batting her eyelashes.
"No. I thought you were moving out of state. In fact I was counting on it. It's a shame you're still here." Y/n states as she crosses her arms in front of her.
"Now, Y/N. How could you say such things after we've been so....intimate." Linda shoots back with venom.
Dinah's eyes widen as eyebrows get hidden under blonde bangs.
"So this is what you replaced me with?" Linda asks spitefully. "Does she know you like your sex rough? Or have you not gotten around to that yet?"
"You fucking bitch." Y/n spits out and attempts to strike her.
Dinah quickly blocks the move as Linda takes a step back. She hands Linda the sword, says goodbye and hurriedly walks off with the young woman in tow.
"I guess you're not staying for tea then." Linda lets out a sinister laugh before she closes the door.
As they drives back to the house, the silence in the Land Rover becomes deafening.
"Would you like to talk?" Dinah asks gently.
"No." She says adamantly. Then rubbing her face, she sighs. "I'm sorry."
"You know...." she starts softly, "each of us has our past, but now we have each other. Let's live for the present and the future."
Y/n sighs again. "Linda was such a mistake that I will always regret."
"I'm sorry, baby."
"I met her at the coven. She joined a couple months after Normani and I. The three of us became friends, and soon Linda became interested in me. She was very different in her beliefs about Wicca but I didn't pay attention. Mani told me to stay away from her because she had bad vibes from Linda. But I didn't listen. Later on I began noticing that Linda had a desire for power that was unquenchable. She became dangerous------bent on getting revenge on enemies, so she was banned from the coven. A couple of weeks later I told her we couldn't see each other anymore because our values and goals weren't in sync. She was very angry and caused Mani and I a great deal of grief in the coven, so we wound up leaving too. And that was it."
Dinah reaches out and squeezes her hand in understanding.
"I wonder what she wanted with that sword." Y/N/N curiously comments. "That design you had etched into the blade and the carving of the skulls on the hilt does fit hr perfectly."
"Well, it was her brother who met with me and asked me to make the sword. I figured it was for him until he told me to deliver it to his sister when I called to let him know it was finished. I remember him saying that the making of that sword was important, He paid twelve hundred dollars for it." Dinah states.
Y/n's brows furrow in thought. "Hmm, I never met him. She did tell me that he's a warlock in a coven out west somewhere but that's all. How strange that he happened to see your work and requested that sword for her." She soon got lost in her thoughts of the past.
