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| Subject: In The Wildest Dreams Mon Jan 25, 2010 12:54 am | |
| His eyes burned like torches in the darkness. His smile was something sinful. Blackness loomed around him always, like the night was his cloak. He came to me, for the first time and ever after, in a dream. Frenzied speech and all devious grins. "You are my sinner, little angel. You are my pride and joy." And I stood there, in a flowing gown of white. The light imaginary breeze took up my hair in blackened waves. I did not stop him when he came to me, and wrapped me in his arms. I did not stop him when he kissed me, gently.
I woke from my restless sleep, still dazed by the conflict of feelings. No matter how beautiful his words, or his tones, I was utterly afraid of him. My sheets laid scattered across the stone floors. The whole day was a blur, another day roaming the halls of the estate, making idle pleasantries. It was just another day that swept by me all to quickly. And by nightfall I was standing at the foot of my large canopy bed, nearly dreading its comfort. But soon I convinced myself I was being irrational. The man from my dreams, was only that, a dream. I convinced myself that I could not feel his touch, that his kisses were not real. And with those comforting thoughts I sunk into the ivory blankets and curled into a light sleep.
It wasn't long after I had dozed, I found myself standing on a tall mountain peak, staring down into all of his creation. Those below me were shapeless, just black masses of squirming nothing. Fires rose from large crevices in the ground. Thick black smoke seemed to scream all around me. A thin hand came down lightly on my shoulder and a kiss was planted in my hair. I stood there, unable to speak, scarcely breathing. He laughed, so melodic through the torment I was seeing. He laughed and laughed, until suddenly he was silent and he turned my head roughly with his fingertips, cold eyes staring hatefully into mine before he dropped to his knee's and began to weep. Such bitter tears slid down his porcelain cheeks, such heartbreak in his heaving sobs. I lowered myself down to the dirt with him. "Wretch." He stuttered through his tears, the sorrow in his voice hurt me down to my core. "It is beautiful." I said quietly, knowing then that this was created all for me. That he wanted us to sing and dance beside the rivers of crimson, sleep on it's banks. He smiled at me and took my hand and sang some silly song that made me laugh.
I awoke in my bed, just as before. Scared and confused. He seemed to need my love, like a child. But the visions he gave to me as gifts, were far to terrible for me to cherish. I accepted him that night, and for days, months, even years, I allowed him to come to me in my sleep. To show me affection, to give me the visual gifts of his world. He would sing and dance, and call me Queen. He proclaimed that this was my land, this was my doing. He acquired me a crown and placed it upon my head each time I found myself in his world. It gleamed like I had never seen, such radiance. Upon closer inspection I had found it to be composed of slender bones from hands and feet of god knows what. But I'd smile and I'd let it rest upon my dark hair as if it were something precious. I feared his weeping.
Then the day came. Mother was afraid I'd be naught but a spinster. At twenty seven years, I should have been long since wed. I'd been avoiding those who'd tried to court me until my age finally brought no men to our doorstep. But... the day came, when Mother came and announced our neighboring Lord had requested my hand after loosing his wife to illness. I was to be wed to him within a weeks time, yet instead of horror, I felt excited... I longed for a real touch.
In the following nights, my dark hearted prince would look at me for long moments as I sat in my throne of ash and bone. Standing he would stare at me then lift his hand, bringing it down hard on my cheek "Wretch! I give you my soul and you break it!" And after his rants and abuse, he would lay his head in my lap and weep asking "Why do you make me do this to you?" and I would sit, much like stone, no expressions on my face. I would assure myself this was not real, but in the mornings when I woke, the bruises told another story.
On the night before I was to wed I retired to my chambers early. It was time to leave my Prince to his world, and finally, focus on my own.
The wind blew hard, the sky was a deep shade of red. He stood smiling at me, dancing merrily to some unheard melody. "You came to see me early tonight, you've missed me!" He was as gleeful as a child. He poured glasses of wine and ushered me to my throne. I sat there staring at him, trying to figure out exactly how to tell him, how to interrupt his festivities and tell him that this was the end. Slowly his dancing had stopped, as did his laughter and song. As if he had read my mind, his eyes flared up with horrible fire. "Wretch!" He screamed, as he had so many times before. His long arms reached out and took up my own, holding them tightly. His black painted nails dug into my flesh painfully.
"Please" I begged "It has to stop." But he didn't hear anything I said. A storm raged over our heads, lightening cracked dangerously close, striking the ground around us. "I gave you my soul! My pride and joy. My sinner!" He screeched and the masses of bodies below us screamed in unison. My soul ached, I couldn't see anything but red. Then, he smiled, a horrible smile as dark black wings spread out from his back, and he held me close. "My love should never be turned away child. I offered you the world. Now it's you I offer to the world." He seethed between his laughter and he tossed my body over the cliff. | |
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| Subject: Re: In The Wildest Dreams Mon Jan 25, 2010 12:56 am | |
| When his hands left her body, he leaned as far over the edge as he could to watch her brilliant white gown disappear into the dark, squirming mass of his children. Her screams coursed through him, yet even as he wept for her, he began to giggle. Giggles turned into a manic laughter that had him stumbling backward and falling out of the dreamworld and onto the dampness of his most private quarters. He felt her lifeline snap, all it's energies, as meager as they were, flowed into him, fueling his mania.
Then all at once, his laughter turned into a dark, vicious growl. "I almost had her," he snarled to no one but his shadow. He lept onto his feet and ran his fingers roughly through his multi-lengthed hair, his orange eyes lighting like newly stoked flames. He felt a pull then, a subtle tugging on the very edges of his vision, drawing those strange eyes over toward the small, natural pool in his underground dwelling.
"I've visitors!" he chimed out loud, merrily. He danced himself over toward the water and lept into it. As he let himself sink to the bottom, he closed his eyes and used the energy he'd so recently gained from his doomed 'Queen' to pass his sight from his world to this other he'd stumbled upon.
Beneath the clear water, his eyes opened, and he saw that funny little town and a lone soldier with his horse drawing near to the fountain that served as his 'window'. "Well hello to you," he thought to himself, grinning wolfishly.
Closer Nalani's guard came, closer. He eyed the fresh water of the fountain hopefully. If water that clear still poured from the fountain, then perhaps Hrvesgott was not cursed beyond salvation. Finally, he fell to his knee's before it to take a small sip to quench his parched throat. At first, all seemed well. He got to his feet and turned on his heel to resume his search... and then it struck. His cheeks began to sink inward and his eyes bulged. His skin turned ashy and began to wither away.
The red-headed man giggled gleefully within the water as he felt the man's mortal coil snap, the energy rushing into his plane and into his veins. The water the guard had drank snapped up out of his rapidly disappearing throat in long tendrils, that reached out for the horse. "Come closer, pretty," the red-head thought, his finger curling as if the beast could see it.
The fingers of liquid lashed out at the horse, raked along it's flanks, and pulled bits of it's life away. But the beast proved too quick to be devoured completely, and fled out of his reach, taking what little life it had away.
With a great gasp for air, he rose from his pool and fell backward onto the stone floor. He flailed his arms and legs about, giggling. "Oh they seem darling." | |
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