Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[wotanon]

[you knew this was coming

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[failedsafe]

[There's a door in front of you and should you choose to enter, there will be no door behind you. It's gone.

You're standing in very clear water. It's not terribly deep and is pleasantly cool to the touch. Lily pads and glowing water lilies of so many colours float on the surface, moving sedately with the gentle waves of the water.

In the middle of this very large pool are steps made of smooth-edged stone, an altar of sorts, perhaps, and what sits on it is a large four-poster bed. Drapes hang on the posts, intricately carved, and blooming wisteria wind around them as well.

Lily rests on the bed, wearing a thin-strapped dress of light material. It is flowing and nearly translucent despite its dark colour. Flower petals are scattered on the bed as well as her person.

Overhead are five moons, one large, four smaller placed among a veritable sea of stars. The sky is awash in truly nebulous colours, bright and deep, looking almost mystical.

((ooc: up for any kind of spicy content!!))]

[flawandorder]

[ He does not dream often. What he remembers more are abstract images-- shapes and colors... emotions. To step now through the cool waters, this is the first he has ever entered such a space-- a dream that reflects reality. Like he wasn't asleep at all.

Yet he knows very clearly he did not wake. His physical form is in it's bed where he left it. It is his spirit that travels here.

He scoffs at himself, as he reaches the top of the steps.

So she haunts his dreams as well.

The better part of him knows he should come no closer. There is an energy that crackles like lightning within him. Any closer and he may do something his pride may regret. The temptation eats at him. It is no secret that he yearns for her. Some part of him was drawn to her the very first moment that they met. And since that moment, he has not been able to forget it.

The warmth of her body; places he longed to touch and be touched.

The sweetness of her voice and all the mysteries that hid behind it.

Like a devil who had taken hold of his heart, he was captive to her.

Even knowing what is best, it was inevitable that he would come to her side. The dress does little to hide the erotic curves of her body. Yet it is none of those erotic yet inviting places he reaches. It is to her hair-- which he ever so gently brushes away from her face. ]

Shall I awaken the sleeping beauty? And if I do I wonder-- what favor I shall win from her?

[ He chuckles softly; ever so slowly lowering his lips to her own. Just as tender as the brush of his fingertips, he lovingly kisses her; slow and soft and lingering far longer than the first kiss of it's kind, when he'd only just teased her. ]

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[failedsafe]

[She isn't sleeping, though her eyes are closed.

Ah...it's Kyanite. She could never forget a voice, and his especially--

But why is that? Maybe because she must be so aware of him so as not to lose. Yes, that's right. She can't let her guard down around him or he'll win.

He kisses her and she is serenely still for a few moments, as though to lend credence to the title of "sleeping beauty" before she kisses him back.]

[overworker]

[ How beautiful. Serenity's eyes are lost on the stars for a moment-- planets and galaxies so unfamiliar and yet so brilliant. It is her curiosity that draws her to the top of the stairs. Once she sees the woman there, it is no longer difficult to keep her attention. There are few things as comforting or as beautiful as the night sky. But there, waiting for her is the one thing that well beats out all the rest.

Very carefully she slides onto the bed next to her; quiet as she can be. Curled up on her side, barely an inch away, she can bask in the beauty of her. She'll never tire of it... the feeling of her heart about to burst for just how much she loves this woman.

Look as she does, it's difficult not to feel her excitement stir, pushed to greater heights by the quick beating of her heart. That outfit is stunning on her, accenting her beauty, not clouding it. But she doesn't want to wake her. So... it's fine if she waits a little. Just being at her side right now is enough, even if her desires speak otherwise. ]

[failedsafe]

Come here, Lindi.

[She reaches a hand out to her. She opens her eyes now turning her head to face her.]

[weenwoon]

[There is the soft murmur of small waves as someone makes their way through the water. Occasionally they stop, and there's a little splash or two - they seem to be playing in the water, or maybe with the lilies floating around. Eventually, they make it to the steps, but rather than ascend them in full, they sit down on the steps, leaving their feet in the water.]

By your hand auroras paint the skies and our hearts
A path of stardust to follow - to better places
Where we needn't be anyone but ourselves.
"How would I know who I am?", you ask
And I offer you a reflection in my eyes and my soul
Love, joy, affection incarnate.

[The voice that recites is both familiar and isn't - and should Lily turn around, the person sitting on the steps is... Levity? And yet, it isn't. They turn to her, a smile on their face - and while the eyes and the hair and the smile are the same, many things aren't. Like the different slenderness of their frame, more delicate shoulders, softer curves and softer lips - and what one might call timeless features, those that are always popular. They could pass for Levity's sister, except he doesn't have one. Sure wonder what's going on here!

The girl is draped in a shawl of silvery metallic fabric, very much FiN style, and there's a hint of darker colours underneath, but who knows what she's actually wearing!]

[failedsafe]

Vivi...

[Really, it doesn't confuse her for terribly long, people change form through one way or another a lot, here.

But more than that--the poem is so beautiful and gives her such thoughtful pause.]

Come here.

[weenwoon]

I. A Walk in the Park (cw: throwing up, eye trauma, Things Growing From Inside, general blood n gore, kels there's some kinda under skin stuff)

[Well, it... is one. Seemingly. A well-manicured path under your feet, lined by trees on either side, although their difference in size and interval between them seem to suggest a natural rather than planned growth. The flowers and shrubs off the path seem to grow a little wildly for a regular park, too.

There are also solitary flowers on the path, lying in little pools of blood. If you bend down to expect them, rather than living flowers they seem to be made of incredibly fine steel threads and glass and crystal. On the first ones you come across the blood is long since dried and the flowers themselves are brittle, snapping under your fingers with a bit of force. As you go on, the blood is fresher, flowers now clusters instead of solitary ones, thicker roots, almost vines. These feel more alive in a strange way... and should you happen to touch one that is a little too fresh, you better be careful: the stem moves, trying to latch onto you with the seeming intent to set roots in your flesh. It's still weak and you can tear it off easily, but it's still a clear sign these things are not particularly good for you.

As you move on on the curving path, there's the sound of someone throwing up. Follow the turn, and there's Levity - on all fours, coughing up blood and another cluster of Fun Flowers. The sleeves and front of his clothes are covered in blood, too, and there's a suggestion of the flowery metal filigree tangling through his hair. He doesn't notice you yet, sobbing and gulping air helplessly before he finally gets to his feet, barely managing it, and tries to set off again, shuddering.]

II. A Meal Shared is Joy Shared (cw: gore, being eaten by an animal, throat wound, blood n assorted).

[A room in a nondescript building, a mix of the hotel and the game tower lobby. Most of the surroundings look normal - sunlight through the windows, coffee tables and sofas lined up as usual, but there's a bit of a mess in the middle of the room. Namely, there's Levity, and he's very much so dead.

His throat is slit, a very definite clue, and rather deeply at that - as though someone was unsure if they really wanted to fully decapitate or not, and then decided against it halfway. His head is thrown back, blood caked around his mouth and on the wound, eyes glazed in that particular way of a corpse. There's blood on the immediate surroundings, too, but that is not surprising, nor is the amount greater than one would expect from a single person bleeding out.

Standing over him, its back to you, is... Levity's assistant, the man-height robotic bird. It seems to move its head periodically, and if you step around just a bit to have a better view - why, it's feeding on its erstwhile master, although why a robot would need to eat is anyone's guess. There seems to be an element of exploration, too, as it worries at the flesh and pokes at organs and tugs at bones curiously. It seems to have started with the soft parts - Levity's abdomen is sliced open and gnawed on enough that at this point it's impossible to tell how exactly it was done. As you watch, the bird manages to sever another little morsel and gulp it down, the metallic not-feathers on its head rising in appreciation. It's certainly acting a lot more like a real bird than normal.]

III. Stepping on Levity Simulator 600 (it's the horny one! have fun)

[This looks to be a cross between the library and a laboratory room, walls lined with bookshelves and cabinets containing Curious Yet Undefined Things. A big table in the middle with lamps hovering above it - for experimentation, examination, reading or taking notes? Who knows. There are maps and diagrams on the walls, their designs seemingly shifting every time you look at them - or maybe you can imagine them to be anything you want.

"Master!"

As you turn, Levity comes up to you - lab coat, glasses, his hair braided, and, unexpectedly, thigh high boots - in case you forgot what kind of dream this is. He pulls off his lab gloves, smiling at you happily.

"I'm signing off for today. Was there anything else you wanted?"

You might, in fact, recall some other things you wanted. Or maybe some demands or promises you'd made earlier in the day, and you would like to check whether he kept to them. The possibilities are endless, and all of them are probably horny.]

II

[innerdaemons]

[ well well well! what have we here.

Absinthe's touring the dreams tonight when he comes across this one. and by default -- he wouldn't really take a physical form, in these dreams. often he'd just go to the next one if the one he found didn't excite or interest him enough, or if it did he'd fiddle a with a few things but never really be there as himself.

but he's curious, now, enough to appear and step before the corpse and give it a poke. as if to check if it's truly deal -- it is a dream, after all! who knows what could be possible. ]

I

[failedsafe]

[Lily is curious about the flowers, in spite of their danger. Or perhaps because of it. She looks at them, many of them, even before catching on that this is a trail before she hears it: someone's not well. She doesn't take her time, rushing for them and then all the faster when she recognises that form.]

Vivi! Vivi, stop!

II

[untiltheend]

[Black has, as far as he recalls, never put much thought into what other people might dream about (such a thing would be a dreadfully dull one to consider, surely)... but this one. My, my, what a fun scene.]

[He approaches the bird, slowly and in a little half-circle.]

Is it to your liking?

[420blazeit]

[ she heads down the path not phased by the blood. of course it's a bit worrying but it's nothing she hasn't seen before. the flowers, on the other hand, send an unpleasant shudder straight up her spine to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. she can't stand this sort of shit. her pace slows as she avoids them as best she can, especially once she finds out the sort of shit they're interested in; burying themselves in her. ]

[ no. absolutely not. ]

[ as soon as she spots levity she frowns and dashes for him, grabbing as his hand and setting a tentative hand on his back. ] Levity! [ her hand travels up to the flowers that have rooted into his hair. they need to go, asap. ] Don't move, alright, let's just... kneel down right here. I'll help or, like, try to help.

ty for providing horrorgore (I)

[widenessofthesea]

[ she likes flowers quite a bit, actually. all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, after all, but—

hm. she doesn't like this at all, and what's worse, the smell is getting to her, a little bit. The beginnings of gnawing hunger. this is dangerous, but—well, she's better than that, isn't she? she's better than that. she can manage, if it might mean the difference between life and death.

...yikes, though. ]

...ah.

III. YOU ASKED FOR THIS!!!

[failedsafe]

[Ah...this is interesting for a number of reasons. The setting applies to the intellectual of her and though she cannot be as affected by it, she can glean what is meant to be happening, here.

And also change things.

Vivi bounds up to her and he's terribly cute like this, she always adores his energy, but his outfit is beyond precious and she makes a note to see his hair braided more often. You know, as a treat. Lily manipulates the setting subtly but it doesn't matter, it will always be as though this is how it always was:

There's a lascivious subtext and undercurrent to the work they do in the lab, but they still do work, take notes, projects, experiment. Sometimes, it's not even subtext, it's just text. But today is a little different and despite his energy, he's also secretly nervous because he couldn't help himself and had sex with one of his Mistress's project samples without permission. A big no-no, if there ever was one. He could have compromised the data!]

As a matter of fact, Vivi. There is. We'll be heading to my office. Follow me.

[Her voice is pleasant enough, not hinting at anything untoward. They frequently talk about work after the day's done over snacks so there's no reason to suspect anything is amiss, right? Right.

Lily is dressed severely, but with some, perhaps, ah, flourishes. Her pumps are slick and shiny and click almost dangerously against the floor with every step. She wears stockings for modesty, though the effect is ruined with her too-short skirt and the fact that the garter straps are visible. Her labcoat is longer, practically a duster, and she's wearing it over a sharply pressed blazer. Her hair is pinned up, though it is rather large, because her hair is terribly thick, but it is elegantly done. She, too, is wearing glasses.

The walk to her office is a little long (the better for him to stew), but they make it there and she starts to make them some tea and gather some snacks, a little post-work refresher for a job well done.]

Take a seat.

[protectshisown]

[Its a Game! Or rather a Game Remix. Welcome to Kiss and Tell, 2.0 Though this one has a few twists. Possible wins include putting on a 'good show' and there's quite a few more colors with all sorts of new effects.]

[What those effects are?]

[Well, gotta just take them to find out. Spoilers: They are a lot more horny and may invoke specific kinks. Even including those inhibition lowering drinks.]

[And Rye is playing today, collecting some vials to play.]

[crossmyheartandhope]

Going for a win again, huh?

[rollplayinghouse]

[You find yourself in what appears to be a church; pews are lined up throughout the room, lit by light streaming through high, arched windows. The door is heavy and barred. On a few tables along the edges sit some assorted fruit that almost seem to glow, a little too bright for the shadow they sit in.

Lounging irreverently against the pulpit is Glory, who seems to have some new additions—horns, slim and curved against her head, a set of four webbed wings, and a spiny tail that lashes slowly behind her.]

Oh, good, you're here. I was worried I was going to have to do it by myself.

[She straightens, and her tail swings forward around her, curling like a cobra. The spines that run down it flex and unfold slightly, leaving a smoother, rounded tip that... looks pretty phallic, really.]

[selfpreservationist]

[raven isn't sure why he's here, but he likes what he sees]

Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me.

[overworker]

[Here, it is dark-- but the dim light shines almost specifically on her. Serenity is on her knees, bound by chains to her arms holding them high above her. She's been left scantily clad, with no way to cover herself. From her soft breathing it would seem she's asleep still... though she stirs as you enter, just short of waking, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

Despite her position and the grave look of it, she's been left in a noticeable state of arousal, perhaps subconsciously.

Your prey-- you've caught her.

Now... what shall you do with her?]

(Monsterfucking of all levels and varieties-- partial, humanoid, complete beast. Complete indulgence welcomed here. That part aside hit me with anything else you'd like I'm open to everything.)

[romanticlove]

[She wishes she could look away - the way she's dressed and the way she's bound up should bother her - and yet this felt as if something she might imagine in the darkest parts of her heart.

You want to devour her...

That sigh is what does her in. It makes her want to blush, it makes her want to sink her fangs into her skin and drink.]

You make it really hard to keep my composure, you know?

[Finally, she approaches Serenity where she is bound and drops to her knees before her. Her eyes take in her appearance, all of the exposed skin that was like a temptation. Her fingers comb through her bangs, through the ends of her long hair. It was like a dream she'd had of her sister for more nights than she could count - a darkened room, her long beautiful hair slipping through her fingers, and completely at the mercy of her thirst.]

What should I do with you?

[Devour her...]

[softlyfalling]

[ remember that time alcheme and baritones and avante did a beer pong live and also put random potions in the cups to make it more exciting. some other units have pitched in, too, with creative penalties for missing a point. it might've gotten into a goofy war of escalation in status effects between units.

maybe there's a wider range of potions and effects than they can usually produce, since reality doesn't make the rules here? it's whatever.

anyway, it seems like shrike's been playing for a bit already, since apparently she's tipsy enough to drape over your shoulder between rounds.

that close, maybe something seems a little different about her...? ]

I think I'm winning.

[mind_blown]

[you know this is a dream because bats apparently miss, making it their worst nightmare.

apparently.

but he just feels so exceptionally-- hot? yeah, hot's the word.]

Lucky throws.

cw for implied cannibalism/vore/whatever

[earthquaked]

[ You open your eyes to darkness.

It presses in at your senses, thick, muffling, your heartbeat loud in your ears. It seems hard to move-- hard to breathe-- and for a long, panic-inducing second, it seems like it might constrict you entirely,

and then your eyes adjust.

It's dark, certainly, but in the distance you can see dim city lights, hear dim city noises. The moon is bright and full, edging the plants in the park around you with pale blue light, faint illumination in the empty spaces where lamps seem to have burnt out. The air is crisp and clear and a little chilled in your lungs, and you're... hungry. Or something. There's a pull, somewhere in the pit of your stomach, but to what?




Somewhere nearby, but not close enough to pinpoint, you catch a whiff of iron tang on the breeze. ]

[rollplayinghouse]

[Even when her eyes focus, Glory remains tense and wary, looking around her surroundings carefully.]

Re: cw for implied cannibalism/vore/whatever

[widenessofthesea]

[ what is WITH all these dreams about BLOOD

because, like, it's not really a question. she knows what she's hungry for and she knows why she's being pulled toward that scent. she should go anywhere else. go home, maybe.

and yet, she's following that terrible, tell-tale smell. ]