wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

[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!!))]

Edited 2021-01-08 15:40 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ Surely it is because neither of them are willing to lose their little game, foolish as the whole thing is.

But who is to say what the rules for dreams are? No-- that's a risky thought. One slip and there was no telling how far he would fall. It had only taken one kiss after all. Ever since the first it has been nothing but a quick descent into madness. Each time he gave in he seemed to lose more of himself to his desires.

Creator help him if he wasn't afraid what giving in to this meant.

She kisses him and everything else seems to fade from existance. ]

You are entirely bad for me...

[ He kisses her again. ]

But I cannot bring myself to stop.

[ Again. Each time, his restraint slips a little further. ]

I do not know why it must be you. Yet I know deep down... only you will do. I cannot stop myself until I've had you. You alone are the one I desire.

[She pulls him on top of her, not roughly, but not giving him any choice either.]

Am I...?

[She kisses him back each time he does, lips tingling with the heat of him and his words]

Belladonna Kiss
Dark and sweet, you can't help but
Beg for what kills you

[She made this place for a rare want of peace, at least for a time, but it seems time's up. There's something darkly thrilling in this, perhaps because it feels as though the balance is shifting in her favour to hear him admit all this, but it is, perhaps, even simpler than that. It's in knowing she's in his blood this way, so desired.]

[ He does not resist the way he should. It is not difficult to draw him in. And in that instant there is no more question of it. The arousal trapped tight in his pants is pressed against her body. He hisses softly, if only to stop himself from moaning outright.

The desire is there-- to push her down and take her. End this cycle of suffering.

But his pride freezes him in place. He dare not take it that far. Not without dragging her down with him. He will not give her the satisfaction. ]

Perhaps it was your own longing that allowed us to meet like this. Maybe like me, you've found yourself yearning for something more... something that can satisfy like nothing else can.

Hmm...you'd like that wouldn't you...? That it was me. But no, you found me, Ky. A. Nite.

[She rolls her hips, full, unabashed.]

I feel that~

[Lily has very little shame on a good day, but they're in dreams now and there's a certain freedom in them that she cannot help but revel in. She would and perhaps still might tell him there are so many other wonderful people out there, but it's the furthest thing from her mind right now. She has his attention and she cannot say she minds it one bit.

She wonders if he's aware of what's really happening or if he is so in control of himself, so restrained, so proud that he won't let himself have her until he's won, even within the safety of his own mind.

Her voice is low, intimate, soft.]

Do you pin my hands above my head while you fuck me? Push my neck down into the sheets as you drive me into the mattress? Do I see see stars brighter than the ones above us? Do I say your name, Kyanite? A blessing and a curse and a prayer upon my sweetly parted lips? Do I hold you so lightly like I want you to be the only one?

[ Her words paint pictures that only push him further into a corner. If he gave in, bent his will to her-- he is certain she would be his and gladly so. And how he wants it. It is a desire unlike anything he has experienced since waking up here. Certainly the game plays it's part but he cannot believe that is it. Something stronger than that connected the two of them... fate, perhaps, silly as it is to believe. She would be his.

With a taste of gratification, he rolls his hips down against her. He chuckles, soft of breath. ]

Do you now?

[ It seems dangerous to indulge her leading suggestions. And yet-- he cannot resist fighting back with a challenge of his own. ]

Are you afraid that once you've had a taste of "perfection", your other playthings will be ruined for you? That perhaps you'll finally find what you're searching for? Because I'd be more than happy to steal you for my own.

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.]

[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.]

[ 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. ]

[It's very much so real! Although it seems like a little time has passed since the death, and the flesh is cooler to the touch than an immediately recent kill. The robot bird, meanwhile, stops its feasting to give Absinthe what seems to be a curious look - not that you can really tell with a robot, of course, but it doesn't seem hostile. As of yet?]

[Her lips part in a quiet gasp and she rolls her hips again, not allowing him to get the "last word", so to speak.]

Those "playthings" do so many things for me you could barely wrap your mind around them. You'd need some incredibly sticky fingers to tear me away. And even then.

Come here, Lindi.

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

Edited 2021-01-09 04:57 (UTC)

[Her cheeks puff up, but she gives her hand and scoots closer.]

You're supposed to be resting.

[Serenity leans up and kisses her forehead.]

[ he smiles at the bird and then offers a wave. he's not making a move to touch him again, at least not yet. ]

Do you mind terribly if I interrupt?

[It tilts is head cautiously, stepping from one foot to another - neither a no nor a yes. What kind of interruption, seems to be the unspoken question.]

[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!

My body is resting.

[Lily holds her closer and kisses her cheek, then her neck, nipping it.]

[If she can continue, so can he. And more pointedly, press down on her hips and rub it straight over her. Through the thin fabric, it's as daring a tease as he's allowed himself yet.]

And yet how many do you collect and still you seem unsatisfied-- still searching for more. They cannot satisfy you and so you give chase.

[Levity startles at the familiar voice and slowly turns around - as though drugged; the motion almost makes him fall over.]

L-Lily?..

[His face is covered with blood, which is not surprising, but what draws attention to itself most is a cluster of flowers growing out of an eyesocket, the eye itself long gone. The fine metal vines crawl across his skin, seemingly intent on taking the other eye, but seems like he's been breaking them off - bent, crushed wires.]

Mmm...

[She snuggles against her, curling her other arm around her. Instinctively she tilts her head, baring her neck to her.]

I suppose that's true...

Well! I wonder if it would be rude to have a taste, when he is in this state. It is hardly hurting him, after all.

I do veg out sometimes, if it makes you feel better, but when you dream like I do, you realise it's a lot of time that could be used for other things.

[another nip]

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