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| The Dreams of Devils; for Sphynx | |
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| Andromalius | Jun 8 2009, 10:48 PM Post #1 |
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Tonight, the tower held within it a special guest. The walls could almost quiver from excitement. Two powerful entities full to bursting with dark energy, it felt like the old days, when the tower was a structure teeming with malice. The mage had insisted she take his room until the afternoon, as the room on the sixth floor belonged, rightfully, to Erim. With the way things were going, he wouldn't be able to sleep anyhow. Every day he grew closer and closer to realizing his dream. And speaking of dreams... Andromalius took a seat in the center of the ceremonial chamber, clad in little else but a pair of humble black cotton trousers. His hair was down, after being affectionately combed, and he shifted to sit with his legs beneath him, arms limp at his sides. He had spent two or three hours doing some light reading, giving Sphynx ample time to drift off into Dreamland. Finally, he was able to close his dark, hollow eyes and join her. Just as soon as he was able to step into her world, his influence twisted it to his pleasure, spreading a backdrop of huge, black veins across an otherwise empty plane. He sprouted trees of Death, shaped like people in agony from holding lifeless branches above their head. Each had a different face of horror. The ground was a blanket of snow where red spots would float to the surface and corrupt it, soon growing in size until there was little white left at all. "Aah... that's more like it," he sighed, caressing the side of one of his trees in adoration of the details his mind had concocted. "Now... where is my angel? Sphynx, come." |
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| Sphynx | Jun 9 2009, 10:25 PM Post #2 |
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Sphynx paced the room for a long time after he had left her alone in his own room. She felt strange being here; his room was as large as her entire house, and much more open than she was used to. But that was only part of her hesitation. The woman had far too much on her mind to fall asleep right away. The plans that were laid were sound, yet she could only guess if the pair of them could get along well enough for everything to happen as planned. She knew that she would have to have more faith in Andromalius than she currently did if she wanted even a portion of his plot to succeed, but she hated that idea; trust had always been a sore spot for her. But she could think about that tomorrow. She withdrew the thick travelling cloak that she had arrived in and hung it on a hook, along with the set of chains that were already sitting there. It would be too hot and uncomfortable with the cloak on, and she figured she would be comfortable enough in the plain, black sleeveless shirt and black, cotton pants she wore underneath it. She took her time making her way to the bed as her eyes took in the rest of the room. She wasn’t sure where Andi would be spending the night, but she knew that at the very least, he wouldn’t enter the room without her permission during her stay. She pulled back the black silken sheets and settled herself among the thick, fluffy pillows. The bed was comfortable enough, and the day more productive than she could have hoped, that it wasn’t long before she fell into a deep, deep sleep. The first scene was one that was oh so familiar to her; that night in the cemetery when they had first met. She approached the man hunched over the corpse of a bull, her voice breaking his reverie. The thin, gnarled old tree was at her left, just like always. It was the middle of the night, and thin wisps of clouds passed almost continually before the moon and stars. A thin mist clung to several of the headstones, and danced around his form. He stood, slowly, as she approached and nodded an acknowledgment. Everything always happened faster in dreams than in reality, even if the dream was once reality. Before she knew it, she found herself raising her fingers from the form of the cow. Her eyes locked on his, she put her first two fingers to her mouth and slowly licked the blood from her skin… …and everything suddenly changed. She found herself in a barren, blackened forest. The crunching sound that echoed each of her footsteps caused her to look down upon the snow, white with little red drops. Her clothing had changed, and she wore a soft, fur lined winter cloak of the purest white. Her hands were gloved in the finest white silk that reached up to her elbows. Never before had she been to this location, nor had she seen these clothes. But it was just a dream; she may as well go along with it. It was then that she heard someone call her name. She twirled around in attempt to find the source of the voice. It was difficult to see who was calling between the dark branches, so she walked in the direction that she thought the voice had come from. She hadn’t gone more than a few steps before she saw the unmistakable pale face, long white hair, and dark eyes. “Andromalius…” |
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| Andromalius | Jun 12 2009, 02:25 PM Post #3 |
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"Ah, there you are, my dear..." he cooed, giving her a subtle smile. "Isn't the weather lovely?" as he said this, he craned his head back and stared up, forcing the scene above them to change into swiftly rolling dark clouds. They spun above his head like a hurricane, yet there was no wind to be felt. He, too, matched the snow in his chosen garbs. The majority of his hair was pulled back loosely into a haphazard braid, a black ribbon of silk woven into it, so carelessly that the front of his hair danced freely along his shoulders and drifted into his face. The high collar of what covered his torso fell into a 'V' at the base of his throat, lined with silver. It fastened on the side of his chest like a single breasted coat. His belt was white as well, lapping over itself in sections akin to a serpent's belly. It held the white pants covering his bottom half, tucked into a pair of shin-high boots. The shirt was sleeveless, and the gauntlets began just before his elbows, forearms covered in shards of plated silver metal. His nails, likewise, were painted white, as was the luxurious cloak that fell down his back beneath his hair and followed behind him in a train stained red by the blood on the ground it touched. The mage gave a glance back to her, blinking slowly. "...Sphynx..." he began in his soft, unearthreal voice, like silk coating one's bare skin, cool and smooth. "Is it truly so hard for you to share a world with me? I will have given you much much more than you have now. Beside me, you may command my forces at your whims. Together, we can watch the cities crumble into beautiful destruction... Would that really be so awful?" Gradually, he closed the distance between them, the edge of his cape erasing his footprints in the corrupted snow until he stood before her. "...Be my queen," he whispered, eyes fluttering half-lided, lucid. "...And let me be your king." The clouds above rolled fiercely when he boldly pressed his lips to her's, his cold hand slithering against the small of her back. Deeply, he moved into her, treating her mouth like fragile glass. |
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| Sphynx | Jun 15 2009, 10:08 PM Post #4 |
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“Yes, quite.” A slow, dry response was all she gave to his comment about the weather. Really, the snow was the furthest thing from her mind, though so many thoughts were running furiously through her head. Was this really a dream? It felt so real. Where was this place? Why was he here, of all people? She had been having such a pleasant dream before; what had happened? Her name, slipping like water past his lips, turned all thought back to him. She listened in silence as he spoke, and she felt as though she couldn’t move an inch. A cold sweat that had nothing to do with the snow broke across her brow, her back. His request, his desire, it was the same thing that he had asked for in reality; a partnership that seemed to have much more to do with just sharing power. ‘My queen…’ Those two words hung in her ears; so foreign, so wicked, so powerful. Those two little words had her frozen once again, bound within her mind. Never before had she had a dream such as this, or reacted in such a way in dream. She barely even noticed as he moved closer to her. It wasn’t until his eyes were inches from hers that she even noticed, and by that time she was too late to stop the kiss. His lips felt both as cold as ice and as charged as lightning. She felt her own body move into his as his hand wrapped itself around her back. She could always blame it on the shock later, but she doubted that she would need an excuse for her actions. The fingers of her left hand found his chest, snaked slowly upwards, and wrapped themselves around his neck. Her right hand, the stronger of the two, balled into a fist and aimed for his eye. She pulled her head backwards while using the hand on his throat to push him away. “How dare you. I ought to rip the soul from your very being for that.” Again, it could all be blamed on the shock, the cold, the idea of so much power, whatever, but it was only a dream, right? Her eyes were narrowed in a sharp glare as she searched his face, his heartless eyes. Using her left hand, the fingers of which were still around his neck, she straightened his face. In one quick motion she pulled him close once again, though this kiss was far less fragile than the one before it. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 15 2009, 11:08 PM Post #5 |
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The movement he took with his lips halted and hung when he felt the pressure of her hand slithering up his chest. For a split second, his dead heart skipped a beat, and in reality, where his body sat in meditation, he shivered visibly as his hands grew clamy against his pant legs. But in the nightmare realm... When she shoved him away, he didn't falter, gracefully drawing his head back in order for him to retain his dominant position. Tilting his head to the side just slightly, he blinked at her, seeming to find nothing wrong with what he had just done. There was nothing to worry about here. He couldn't be harmed. He was in control whether she knew it or not. "So then do i-" his words were interrupted by the clasp of her hand, and ultimately, the ensnarement of his mouth. It took him a second to comprehend what was going on, but when he did, he opened his mouth to her's and sighed straight into it. The arm around her waist gripped her forcefully, his other free one darting to her head where his talons wove into her navy locks and crushed her head forward. His strength continued to increase until he was taking steps and forcing her with him until her back might meet the trunk of a suicide tree. His breathing grew just a notch heavier to the point of being audible, interrupted only to allow the leak of a stifled groan of pleasure. "Sphynx," he breathed, his head lowing to her throat where he viciously bit just beneath her jawline. "There are no words for how much I have wanted you to do that, from the moment I saw you..." In the spell chamber, Andromalius's evacuated body was just as much exasperated as his mind was. His long hair stuck to his back with the sweat of encountering a situation he hadn't expected at all, ever, and the look on his face was that of pure, unbridled pleasure. If he somehow didn't think his mouth was too tired, he probably would have been smiling like a child. |
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| Sphynx | Jun 16 2009, 07:15 PM Post #6 |
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Her lips moved in unison with his as both arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. At first she resisted the pressure he gave, leaning slightly into him. She wanted to try to keep some semblance of control. But she didn’t try very hard, as distracted as she was, and physically he was stronger than her. She felt herself taking slow steps through the snow until she was leaning against the smooth side of a tree trunk. Her breath quickened slightly as she broke away from the kiss. A sigh breezed past her lips, and she raised her head to rest against the tree as he lowered his. She gave a small intake of breath as she felt his teeth on the flesh of her neck. Her voice was honeyed and soft when she spoke. “Really? Because I’ve wanted to send you back to hell ever since I first met you.” It was a blatant lie. As much as she wanted that to be the truth, as much as she wanted to deny her interest in him, she couldn’t escape it. He had intrigued her from the moment they had first met, though initially her reasons were purely intellectual. And yet, her she was, with his lips on her neck. She slipped her arms underneath both of his before wrapping them around his waist. Her palms rested across his shoulder blades as her eyelids found themselves slowly closing. Her fingertips curled forward and she slowly scratched her nails down his back. “Say it again…” She didn’t specify what it was that she wanted to hear; she figured that he knew her well enough to know. In fact she wasn’t all that picky herself. He’d called her a goddess before, and that would please her just as much as queen. She always had craved being the center of attention, and he gave her just that. A regal title, a dark tower, and a plan that would put the world in her…their hands. She wasn’t used to having to share, but maybe she could get used to it…or not. Little did she know that in reality, a cold sweat glistened upon her sleeping form. Her body was tangled in the silken sheets, constricted. Strands of damp navy hair stuck to the pillow and her face. Her body twitched or changed positions at least once every minute. Anyone who looked upon the sleeping lady would wonder what kind of nightmare world she had entered. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 16 2009, 10:49 PM Post #7 |
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"Uh-huh," he teased, lifting his head to show her the impeccably sarcastic grin on his face. He looked downright serpentine, like a vampire just before a feed. "I bet you did, but unfortunately, Hell won't have me, my dear." He gave her cold lips another slow kiss, his hand coming to rest above her head, nails digging into the bark of the tree, which literally cried out in pain. 'Say it again', she commanded him. The nails down his back elicited a heaving "Nah! Ah... hah..." Yeah, as if he'd give it to her that easily. No, now that she was in her arms, he felt compelled to play with her a little bit more. "Say what?" he broke the kiss to say it quickly before continuing. The trenches she had dug into his back were bleeding, torn right through the white fabric of his cloak and shirt. The crimson color spread, stained the white, and slowly consumed his entire outfit until not a bit of white was left. Even in his hair, bold red stripes on either side of his temples appeared. Just as well, his eyes were changing, the whites consumed by black, the black consumed by a faintly-glowing violet, sparking with electricity. When he drew back his head, he flicked his new gaze at her. The black circles of his eyes were gone. Without them he looked... in all actuality, incredibly debonair, as the raccoon eyes tended to give him a look too severe for the tastes of most. "..My Queen," and, when he opened his mouth, every tooth had been converted to a fang instead. The Banshee grinned, his hand on her back re-adjusting, making sure she was as firmly pressed against his body as she could possibly be before the massive rows of teeth separated, his head darting to the side to chomp right down on her exposed throat. ----------------------------------- He would leave it at that, still feeling the control. In reality, his eyes opened. He felt a cool sensation on his knees. Looking down, he noted the blood trickling out onto his pants from where he supposed he was clutching too tightly. With an elated sigh, the mage fell back on the ground, instantly soothed by the cold stone floor against his back covered in a fine layer of sweat. Ending the dream wasn't really the end of anything. He'd probably come to play again tomorrow night... |
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| Sphynx | Jun 16 2009, 11:34 PM Post #8 |
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This time he found no resistance as she leaned into the kiss, so preoccupied that she took no note of the tree’s cry. Her hands moved once again, her left resting upon his chest while the right slid around to grace the curve at the base of his neck. She didn’t even know that her eyes were closed until he pulled away, and then she felt them open. He spoke, though she barely registered the denial and pulled him back for more as the words slipped from his lips. She knew he was playing with her, and under normal circumstances she probably would have cared. The last time that he drew back, she wanted to slap him again for pulling away, but then she noticed the change. He looked so very different, the shock of it made her lean back slightly, loosening her grip on his neck. Her eyes looked him up and down once before fixing upon his face, where the changes were the most notable. She found that she forgot to breathe and suddenly gasped for air as she looked into those eyes that were no longer empty, dark pits. Her left hand moved up to stroke the streak of red, stark among so much white. And then, the two words she had asked to hear, but his grip tightened, almost too tight. His teeth were rows of fangs, and they wanted her blood. Almost involuntarily, she leaned her neck to the side, closed her eyes, and awaited the bite… Her eyes flew open as she gasped for air. For several seconds she simply lie there, trying to breath, trying to wrap her head around what the hell she had just dreamt about. How could her mind create such a vividly unrealistic scenario? That place, the trees, the snow, it all felt so real…as did his hands, his lips. The remembrance that such an interaction between them caused her to shudder violently. But the thought wouldn’t leave her head; she kept picturing him closing in, feeling his cold lips press against hers. She shook her head, trying to rid the thought from her brain, but this bad dream kept repeating itself, and it wasn’t going away…Her scream echoed throughout the marble room and out the windows. Birds and bats alike took flight at the sound, and even the wind seemed to lessen in deference to the deafening, macabre shriek. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 17 2009, 01:32 PM Post #9 |
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The scream opened his eyes, but he was neither startled, nor did he move. Instead, his mouth widened into the same snake-like grin he had given her just moments ago, and a deep and terrible chuckle rumbled from his chest, elevating until maniacal laughter flooded the cavernous room and echoed off its walls. He held his gut to keep it from splitting. Such a sound gave him far more pleasure than any part of the dream had done, to hear Sphynx wailing from the very same room he screeched from every time he closed his eyes to sleep. The act gave him enough energy to bound up, flipping onto his feet with a sharp push from the floor above his head. He ran a hand back through his loosened hair to sort out the tangles and sighed dreamily, then proceeded out of the room casually and began up the staircase. The mage stopped at his closed bedroom door, leaning on it with one bare shoulder before rapping his knuckles along its carved wooden frame, charred black. "Bad dreams come from the tower, Sphynx," he called through the door. "Get used to it." He chuckled a little less audibly at her. Well, this was home to a shrieking ghost, after all. Andromalius folded his arms across his chest and crossed his legs at the ankles, leaning most of his weight on the door's frame, patiently awaiting a smart-mouthed retort from the other side. |
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| Sphynx | Jun 17 2009, 09:39 PM Post #10 |
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She sat up in the bed shaking with what could be rage or disgust. Once again she wondered how her brilliant mind could have invented such a ludicrous tale, and why did it have to be so vivid? It she was going to have such a dream as that, at least let it be the kind that she doesn’t remember the minute she wakes up. Of course that was not meant to be; it probably had something to do with this wretched tower. The knock on the door brought her back to the present, and she wasn’t surprised to hear Andromalius’ voice through the wood. She sighed in frustration. Of course he would have heard her, and of course he was now here to…what, gloat? Laugh at her? Soothe her back to sleep? That last idea was laughable, though it also brought back thoughts of his lips on hers. “Really? Bad dreams? I never would have guessed.” Again retuned the feeling of wanting to strangle him, but for that he would have to be in the same room. “Well are you just going to hover outside my door like a creep, or would you care to come in?” She figured that he would enter eventually; it was his room after all. She propped up a couple of the pillows behind her head so that she could sit up while still leaning back upon them. From the bed she had a fairly good vantage point of the entire room, and she was too tired to stand or walk around anyway. A curious thought came to her, and she called towards the door once more. “How did you know it was a dream, anyway? I could have just been screaming for the hell of it.” |
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| Andromalius | Jun 18 2009, 10:21 AM Post #11 |
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"I am a creep," the door replied. "Literally." He smiled subtly, as Sphynx hadn't let him down with her offensively arrogant rhetoric. Besides, would it not make him more of a jerk to enter the chambers of a bedded woman? But, he had been invited - in a way - and to refuse this invitation would imply that he wasn't the master he called himself. So, turning the handle, he slipped inside, shutting it behind him. The pantom leaned his back against the door, drinking in the sight of her between his sheets. His face was tilted upwards just enough to be casting his eyes down at her, retaining a picture of cool superiority. "I didn't know. I assumed because your scream sounded just like mine when I occupy this room." He fell away from the door and took a few steps before reaching the bed, where he lowered himself to sit on its edge, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked a bit like he had been working out, or something just as tiring. The length of his hair was still clumped together from sweat, sticking to him in places against his bare upper half. His eyes were half-lided, on the verge of passing out. It wasn't that the spell had taken that much effort, but rather his state now was due to what had become of it. "What was it about?" he glanced over his shoulder at her. For once, his expression was serious and a bit softer than usual. It seemed as if he really would like to know. "I can't remember my own. Do you remember yours?" |
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| Sphynx | Jun 18 2009, 10:36 PM Post #12 |
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“Well, you are good at it.” The acting the part of a creep, that is. She pulled the blankets up a bit further as the door opened and he stepped inside. She wasn’t sure what it was about this room, or maybe this tower, but she felt uncomfortably exposed lying without her cloak in his bed. And of course he was going to sit on the bed, why not? It did belong to him after all, though she had hoped for perhaps a bit more space. Though come to think of, she could probably reach out and kick him right now if she decided to. That put a smirk on her face. “Nothing, it wasn’t about anything important.” She waved off the idea with a hand before rolling to a more comfortable position on her side; propping up her elbow and resting her head on her closed fist. There was no way that she was ever going to tell him about the things that just ripped through her mind in her sleep; the part that related to him, or the part before that which related to something much more pleasant. Maybe she could find something else to take his mind off of trying to ask that question again… She yawned widely, covering her mouth with her free hand as she did so. Her eyes were barely more than half open and still lidded with sleep. As much as she didn’t want to go back to sleep in case the same thoughts returned, she was still tired. “Tell me a story as I fall back asleep?” She actually asked this time; no hint of a demand in her tone. Perhaps this request could kill two birds with one stone. If it helped her fall into a dreamless sleep and distracted him enough to stop asking about her previous dream, then the request would be a successful one. She pulled one of the pillows down a bit and lay her head on it as she waited for his response. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 21 2009, 10:04 PM Post #13 |
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"Haha, yes, yes I am..." he rubbed at the back of his neck, taking it as a compliment, though he was sure that's now how she meant it. He knew her well enough by now to know that she would never give him a blunt compliment. She was too secretive. Or perhaps ...she just didn't really know what she wanted. Well, he would have to show her. Tomorrow night... "Ah, so you do remember. Didn't sound like nothing important, but I don't really care, so keep your secret." He glanced at her skeptically over his shoulder. Then she asked him for a story. Andromalius blinked repeatedly, genuinely surprised in her request as well as her way of asking. "Uhm... well... I can tell only one," he said as he shifted, moving to where one leg stretched out on the side of the bed, taking up as little room as possible. "And it's fairly boring, but so be it..." His back rested on the corner's bedpost, a rail of what looked to be black, petrified wood. He was now able to look down on her without straining anything. "One rainy night, not particularly stormy, but that kind of depressing rain that just consistantly drizzled throughout the night, an arm burst from a grave. After reaching the air, filthy and poorly clothed, the creature realized he could not recall why he was in the ground, nor any events that had come before. So, like the abandoned monster he was, he drifted toward lights, seeking shelter. Nights passed. It was easy for him to live like vermin, crawling from one holw to the next, because for some reason, he didn't need to eat, and sleep came in small spurts. However, when he did awake, people were always standing over him, whispering to each other that his screams couldbe heard from distant kingdoms. This frustrated him, of course. He didn't much care for people in the first place, anyway! But I digress... So! Eventually he found his way into the nooks and crannies of this great capital city, and stumbled upon the library where he would then pour himself into book after book. The contents of these books seemed to interest everyone, but none as important as the kingdom's official Grand Master Mage. After about a week, the mage was lucky enough to catch a coincidental encounter between our protagonist and a city guard, who had been attempting to expell him from the library and seperate him from his precious literature. So, with the guard's own knife, the fellow stabbed him in the stomach, then stood over his body, watching him bleed to deal as he had a revelation - he liked to kill things. Well, the mage saw the passion in his eyes when blood hit the sidewalk, and also knew that he had to save him before he was found with the red stuff on his hands. Or, maybe, the mage felt that the fellow needed a positive role model before he turned into something worse than he already was," Andromalius paused only to laugh distantly and take a breath. "So! The fellow was brought back to the mage's castle, and there began to study beneath him in preperations of taking his title when his master was gone. Unfortunately, he had other ideas. One night as his master slept, he crept into his personal chambers and smothered him with his own pillow in a fit of ecstacy! The guy was a real jerk-off anyway. Kept calling him silly little shortened versions of his name like a pet. Cutesy names. Can you imagine?" Little did Sphynx know, she was sleeping in the very same bed where that specific murder had taken place. "With his master out of the way, all of his belongings and his title passed to him, and he was able to finally begin the campaign he had so long desired to. Everything was going according to plan. He conquered the country almost effortlessly, but when he had been exposed, a powerful white mage came to stop him. The mage was able to seal out fellow in a column of crystal for centuries, until one day some lunatic moron found his resting place and set him free. He was then able to continue his conquest, until he ruled over every bit of land in the world, where he was then able to destroy it all and rebuild in his image before he could re-join with Death's delicate embrace and finally rest for all eternity... Mm, I love happy endings..." After his story, Andromalius had quite forgotten that he had been speaking to someone else. Sphynx may as well had not been there, she he checked, turning his attention down to her to see if she was asleep yet. |
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| Sphynx | Jun 22 2009, 03:30 PM Post #14 |
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Once again she completely ignored his comment about her dream, though to be honest she barely heard it. She lay on her side and pulled the dark blanket up just a little bit more. She rested one arm curled up in front of her while her head rested on the other with a pillow caught between. It was a rather comfortable bed, and she could already feel herself drifting in and out as he began his tale. She wasn’t sure why she was so tired, but she didn’t want to try to fight it anymore. Sleep would come, and she would embrace it when it did. At first she tried to listen. Her eyes started out half open, only closing to blink every once in awhile. As the story continued however, she found that the times in which her eyes closed lasted longer and longer, and it seemed to take more effort to open them. After the first half of the story, she stopped trying to open them all together. She figured that she could still listen just fine with her eyes shut. It worked for a little while at least. It was an interesting tale, and it didn’t take her that long to figure out that it was his tale. The story was of his life, or rather a part of his death. It was a tale that she had wondered about many times before, as she only knew the parts of it that he had previously mentioned. Some of the blanks were filled in as he talked, though she missed the ending. She fell asleep about the time when the master was murdered by the student. Nothing like a nice tale of death to lull one to sleep. |
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| Andromalius | Jun 22 2009, 09:36 PM Post #15 |
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"Very well then..." he whispered when he'd seen her fast asleep already. It was no surprise. One would not awake from the nightmare spell feeling fresh and rejuvinated. She was probably a bit mentally exhausted, just as he was. Moments passed and he hadn't moved, save for allowing his head to fall back against the bedpost, face still turned in her direction, watching the sheets move just barely with her long, rhythmic breaths. He was able to adore her beauty now, for once since he'd ever met her. She seemed so cold and porcelain, he mused that he very well could have carved her from alabastor and given life to his perfect equal. Perhaps, not quite equal... She still seemed far too bottled up inside. If her actions in her dreams reflected any sort of real passion within her, then she still had some figuring out to do... specifically, what she wanted. It donned on him after many long minutes gone that he had been watching her sleep. How desperate. Coming to this realization, his arm moved, his hand dipping down with his index finger protruding to use the sharpened nail to very gently push a strand of blue from her face. The nail didn't even touch her skin, giving her no real motive to stir or awaken. "Sleep sweet, my Queen..." he whispered as his skin was consumed by black, gradually melting into the shadows of the bed until he was completely gone. Vanished. |
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