20 - Justin Law - Dream video why did i write this it's horrible
The dream opens at a sort of black-tie party, well-dressed men and women milling around and talking and laughing. Justin Law is standing to the side, dressed in his usual robes instead of a suit, sipping from a glass of water and watching the crowd. Politicians, business owners, high-ranking soldiers, and most of the other death scythes all in one place. By all rights the audio feed should be loud, but all sounds of conversation are covered by a vague pounding thrum of white noise.
Spirit Albarn walks up to the priest, a woman hanging on each arm. The red-head says something, tapping his watch in annoyance, but the white noise blots it out. Justin appears to understand him just fine, and nods, then turns and leaves the room. He walks through the doors and up a long staircase. It's obvious that the dream is set in a hotel of some sort, and a very nice one at that.
So Justin walks up the stairs and knocks on a door and opens it without waiting for an answer. There's a woman standing in the room, getting ready to go down to the party, leaning close to a mirror and adding the finishing touches to her makeup. Her long dress is slit up the side and low in the back, the black fabric clinging to her curves and contrasting nicely with her pale skin. Her blonde hair is caught up in a curled up-do, showcasing her bare shoulders and the thin halter strap of her dress. She turns when Justin enters the room. She really is a pretty woman, somewhere in her late twenties, her left eye covered by a black eyepatch.
"Do you need something, Justin?" Her voice is clear enough to cut through the noise, or maybe he just wants to hear it.
"Death Scythe was wondering what was taking so long, Miss Mjolnir."
She nods and turns back to her makeup. "What do you think of this dress?"
"It looks nice on you."
And really, it does. Marie has a very nice body, fit and strong, with curves in all the right places and a larger than average chest. The video lingers on her back, on the bare skin and the elegant line of her spine. Justin steps forward and places a hand low on her back, right where dress and skin meet, leaning over and moving his other hand to block her from continuing to put on makeup.
She twists slightly and stares back at him, expression slightly chiding. She isn't surprised, just amused and a bit annoyed. "Justin..."
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
"Is something wrong?" He has his arms wrapped around her, hands trailing up the smooth fabric. Before she can answer, they're kissing, and there's a lot more bare skin then there was before, and are those actual sparks coming from Marie's hands? Everything's sort of hazy and blurred, which might be a good thing, and---
and right about then, the dream ends.
Spirit Albarn walks up to the priest, a woman hanging on each arm. The red-head says something, tapping his watch in annoyance, but the white noise blots it out. Justin appears to understand him just fine, and nods, then turns and leaves the room. He walks through the doors and up a long staircase. It's obvious that the dream is set in a hotel of some sort, and a very nice one at that.
So Justin walks up the stairs and knocks on a door and opens it without waiting for an answer. There's a woman standing in the room, getting ready to go down to the party, leaning close to a mirror and adding the finishing touches to her makeup. Her long dress is slit up the side and low in the back, the black fabric clinging to her curves and contrasting nicely with her pale skin. Her blonde hair is caught up in a curled up-do, showcasing her bare shoulders and the thin halter strap of her dress. She turns when Justin enters the room. She really is a pretty woman, somewhere in her late twenties, her left eye covered by a black eyepatch.
"Do you need something, Justin?" Her voice is clear enough to cut through the noise, or maybe he just wants to hear it.
"Death Scythe was wondering what was taking so long, Miss Mjolnir."
She nods and turns back to her makeup. "What do you think of this dress?"
"It looks nice on you."
And really, it does. Marie has a very nice body, fit and strong, with curves in all the right places and a larger than average chest. The video lingers on her back, on the bare skin and the elegant line of her spine. Justin steps forward and places a hand low on her back, right where dress and skin meet, leaning over and moving his other hand to block her from continuing to put on makeup.
She twists slightly and stares back at him, expression slightly chiding. She isn't surprised, just amused and a bit annoyed. "Justin..."
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
"Is something wrong?" He has his arms wrapped around her, hands trailing up the smooth fabric. Before she can answer, they're kissing, and there's a lot more bare skin then there was before, and are those actual sparks coming from Marie's hands? Everything's sort of hazy and blurred, which might be a good thing, and---
and right about then, the dream ends.