Things they don't tell you about acquiring muses....
Not only do you get their stories and their lives? I get their dreams, too. Stressed, traumatized immortal students are not recommended if you wanted sleep.
This was... strange, and unnerving, and I'll wake up enough to go back to sleep soon, I'm sure, but let's put this down, and get it out of my head, and then I can go back to sleep, right? Right.
It began with a dream of playing decoy for Connor and someone else. How Sharra managed to go to sleep, in a dream, to convince someone they could go ahead with trying to harvest veins, is beyond me! but she did and woke back up. I remember being her, and looking at the hiding spot in the room and declining to use it because what good would a priest's hole do her if she/I fell back asleep and snored? And pulling on a second t-shirt before they grabbed me to warn the rescuers they needed to move.... The rescue was mostly on time; for an immortal, plenty of time, I suppose, but... ech.
And then it shifted to a hostage situation in a parking garage. Some of the ugliest knives I've seen in a while, and this demon-acting thing that she and Connor were tracking at a distance... after Heather had left the van? (And how Connor's 20th century student would recognize Heather is beyond me, but who said dreams made sense?) The demon had bone and claw instead of hands up to about mid-forearm and a gun that he never could quite remember to use. He shouldn't have been so scary, as disoriented as he was, but he was....
And the dream shifted again and it wasn't a demon, it was Xan, who was mostly out of his right mind from whatever had been done to give him hands like that, and finally it's someone else's point of view. I was in Methos' mind, waking from old memories to a dark beach and the sound of Alex and Xan being louder and more... out on the fringes of sex play than usual. Right up until he realizes it's not just pleasure-pain but Alex is actually killing Xan, so that he won't feel it when Alex amputates the bone monstrosities. And seeing Aidan pick up these bone and claw things and throw them into the remains of the campfire, with its muted embers and stones around the edges to keep it from spreading across the sand to fight the water, and finally, finally waking up....
Gods. My mind really should be outlawed, I think. But now it's on paper, and maybe not in me, and I'm going to try to get some more sleep.
Is it January 5th yet?
This was... strange, and unnerving, and I'll wake up enough to go back to sleep soon, I'm sure, but let's put this down, and get it out of my head, and then I can go back to sleep, right? Right.
It began with a dream of playing decoy for Connor and someone else. How Sharra managed to go to sleep, in a dream, to convince someone they could go ahead with trying to harvest veins, is beyond me! but she did and woke back up. I remember being her, and looking at the hiding spot in the room and declining to use it because what good would a priest's hole do her if she/I fell back asleep and snored? And pulling on a second t-shirt before they grabbed me to warn the rescuers they needed to move.... The rescue was mostly on time; for an immortal, plenty of time, I suppose, but... ech.
And then it shifted to a hostage situation in a parking garage. Some of the ugliest knives I've seen in a while, and this demon-acting thing that she and Connor were tracking at a distance... after Heather had left the van? (And how Connor's 20th century student would recognize Heather is beyond me, but who said dreams made sense?) The demon had bone and claw instead of hands up to about mid-forearm and a gun that he never could quite remember to use. He shouldn't have been so scary, as disoriented as he was, but he was....
And the dream shifted again and it wasn't a demon, it was Xan, who was mostly out of his right mind from whatever had been done to give him hands like that, and finally it's someone else's point of view. I was in Methos' mind, waking from old memories to a dark beach and the sound of Alex and Xan being louder and more... out on the fringes of sex play than usual. Right up until he realizes it's not just pleasure-pain but Alex is actually killing Xan, so that he won't feel it when Alex amputates the bone monstrosities. And seeing Aidan pick up these bone and claw things and throw them into the remains of the campfire, with its muted embers and stones around the edges to keep it from spreading across the sand to fight the water, and finally, finally waking up....
Gods. My mind really should be outlawed, I think. But now it's on paper, and maybe not in me, and I'm going to try to get some more sleep.
Is it January 5th yet?