[wm] 99.3 - hysteria (def leppard)
Out of me, into you yeah
You can hide it's just a one way street
Oh, I believe I'm in you, yeah
Open wide, that's right!
Dream me off my feet
Oh, believe in me
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NOTE: Backdated to last night. Zee is zee_ali and is used with some permission and lots of love.
For a week, he drifted between worlds. He slept, he healed, but awoke with wounds in places only Ziyah could see. In his eyes, in his heart…the damage had been done.
He found no nourishment in food and drink. Friends and family barely fed his need for power…even she, the woman he could finally call his own in all the ways that mattered, couldn’t give him enough to keep him going for long. Drifting between life and death, he knew in his heart that there was trauma left he couldn’t heal.
He didn’t know how to stop the bleeding, didn’t know how to fix it. No one did…so every day he bled out. Every day he got weaker. One day, he would lay down his head and never lift it again. He’d join his uncle forever in the eternal sleep that gave The Darkness cause for celebration. There was no stopping it…unless he found the key to open the lock. Too briefly, he’d freed Vincenzo Karras and liberated Carbone, if he could only free himself…
It didn’t occur to him until the night Zee helped him into bed and he realized how warm his hand was in hers. His skin had been so cool since that night, so empty and devoid of life, but when she finally crawled in and curled her body into his he felt a flicker of heat.
It hadn’t occurred to him that the power he’d shared with her so briefly during the ritual might have lingered. The key to his chains could lie in her.
“Tommy? What’s the matter, baby? Can you breathe all right?”
He was breathless just from the effort of rolling over so abruptly. Nodding to her question, he licked lips that were constantly dry…then reached for her hand and drew it to his lips. Warmth touched him as he kissed her palm, a weak bubble of energy that drifted upwards and popped against his face.
“Close your eyes. Think of the ritual. Think of the sun.”
Kissing her palm again, he felt her thoughts rather than saw them. The joining ritual had augmented the natural bond they shared from the moment they met, and in her mind’s eye he caught a sense of light, a dark god standing before one of the ancient children of Echidna, ravaged and radiant at the same time.
This time the energy was a thread, caressing his face with less strength but more focus as his mouth touched her skin.
Yes. That’s it. Reaching for her other hand, he brought them both to up and kissed them, one knuckle at a time, then pressed his lips warmly to each palm. He thought of the ritual, thought of the sun and that one brief, ethereal moment when he saw with human eyes. Immune to the dark, he saw past the film of energy that dazzled and beheld mortal faces as they were. He wondered then how anyone could harm another when they were all so heartbreakingly beautiful and mourned that he couldn’t share what he saw with his own people.
Her gasp caught him off guard, and though he felt something twist and leave him, he felt no weaker for it. Old, dark hungers were surfacing, hungers he didn’t have the strength to satisfy.
“Tommy…”
The hand on his chest was meant to warn him off, but his chest tightened at the sound of her voice…breathy and aroused, begging off and just plain begging. Memory eluded him, but somewhere beneath the building implosion and the faded recollections of Houdini’s last straightjacket escape and his wedding night with Bess and even the day Epimetheus swore his life and heart to Pandora were the memories of another night in that first marriage bed…
Taking up her hand again, Tommy pressed his lips to her wrist, to the spot where their blood hand mingled, where their life had held its breath as death and shadows wove their energy together.
There.
He was only dimly aware of Ziyah’s loss of control as she surged up and pulled him down, finding his mouth and tugging at his clothes. They came together automatically, at least on his part, because he was no longer in control of his own body. His greater self had found that opening and slipped into her where flesh couldn’t reach, where all the glittering facets of joy and power and strength that made her Ziyah were his for the taking.
A piece here, a piece there, he was gathering and shaping his own key while hands molded flesh and soft moans punctuated the night. Falling back on his memory of the jail cell, he filed the teeth and studied the lock, creating a thing of beauty from the very heart of his woman.
He withdrew slowly, dancing on cords of energy and light when he realized she knew he was inside. He touched her where his hands could never reach, stroked and teased at dream and desire instead of breasts and stomach and hips. He opened himself as she did the same, and their souls blended as their blood had. Slipping back into his body just as the madness of physical desire was ready to take him, he threaded his fingers through hers and kissed her, lost in flesh and spirit as both came.
* * * * *
In the quiet that came after, he held a knot of warmth inside of him, a piece of Ziyah he’d been missing. As her hands traced idle patterns on his bare chest and her eyes locked on him, brow furrowed with concern, he turned inward and sought the lock that held his bonds in place.
“That was…wow.”
“Mmmmm….”
“…are you okay? Or are you just being a pig and falling asleep on me?”
He smiled in amusement and satisfaction as he turned his face towards her and slid the key into place. “Both?”
She swatted his chest lightly just as he turned the key and popped the lock open. Healing warmth and raging fire rushed out and bathed him in agony, making his body clench and his voice catch as a scream clogged in his throat.
But as she held him while he rode it out, he knew that scars were all that would remain.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,049
You can hide it's just a one way street
Oh, I believe I'm in you, yeah
Open wide, that's right!
Dream me off my feet
Oh, believe in me
==========
NOTE: Backdated to last night. Zee is zee_ali and is used with some permission and lots of love.
For a week, he drifted between worlds. He slept, he healed, but awoke with wounds in places only Ziyah could see. In his eyes, in his heart…the damage had been done.
He found no nourishment in food and drink. Friends and family barely fed his need for power…even she, the woman he could finally call his own in all the ways that mattered, couldn’t give him enough to keep him going for long. Drifting between life and death, he knew in his heart that there was trauma left he couldn’t heal.
He didn’t know how to stop the bleeding, didn’t know how to fix it. No one did…so every day he bled out. Every day he got weaker. One day, he would lay down his head and never lift it again. He’d join his uncle forever in the eternal sleep that gave The Darkness cause for celebration. There was no stopping it…unless he found the key to open the lock. Too briefly, he’d freed Vincenzo Karras and liberated Carbone, if he could only free himself…
It didn’t occur to him until the night Zee helped him into bed and he realized how warm his hand was in hers. His skin had been so cool since that night, so empty and devoid of life, but when she finally crawled in and curled her body into his he felt a flicker of heat.
It hadn’t occurred to him that the power he’d shared with her so briefly during the ritual might have lingered. The key to his chains could lie in her.
“Tommy? What’s the matter, baby? Can you breathe all right?”
He was breathless just from the effort of rolling over so abruptly. Nodding to her question, he licked lips that were constantly dry…then reached for her hand and drew it to his lips. Warmth touched him as he kissed her palm, a weak bubble of energy that drifted upwards and popped against his face.
“Close your eyes. Think of the ritual. Think of the sun.”
Kissing her palm again, he felt her thoughts rather than saw them. The joining ritual had augmented the natural bond they shared from the moment they met, and in her mind’s eye he caught a sense of light, a dark god standing before one of the ancient children of Echidna, ravaged and radiant at the same time.
This time the energy was a thread, caressing his face with less strength but more focus as his mouth touched her skin.
Yes. That’s it. Reaching for her other hand, he brought them both to up and kissed them, one knuckle at a time, then pressed his lips warmly to each palm. He thought of the ritual, thought of the sun and that one brief, ethereal moment when he saw with human eyes. Immune to the dark, he saw past the film of energy that dazzled and beheld mortal faces as they were. He wondered then how anyone could harm another when they were all so heartbreakingly beautiful and mourned that he couldn’t share what he saw with his own people.
Her gasp caught him off guard, and though he felt something twist and leave him, he felt no weaker for it. Old, dark hungers were surfacing, hungers he didn’t have the strength to satisfy.
“Tommy…”
The hand on his chest was meant to warn him off, but his chest tightened at the sound of her voice…breathy and aroused, begging off and just plain begging. Memory eluded him, but somewhere beneath the building implosion and the faded recollections of Houdini’s last straightjacket escape and his wedding night with Bess and even the day Epimetheus swore his life and heart to Pandora were the memories of another night in that first marriage bed…
Taking up her hand again, Tommy pressed his lips to her wrist, to the spot where their blood hand mingled, where their life had held its breath as death and shadows wove their energy together.
There.
He was only dimly aware of Ziyah’s loss of control as she surged up and pulled him down, finding his mouth and tugging at his clothes. They came together automatically, at least on his part, because he was no longer in control of his own body. His greater self had found that opening and slipped into her where flesh couldn’t reach, where all the glittering facets of joy and power and strength that made her Ziyah were his for the taking.
A piece here, a piece there, he was gathering and shaping his own key while hands molded flesh and soft moans punctuated the night. Falling back on his memory of the jail cell, he filed the teeth and studied the lock, creating a thing of beauty from the very heart of his woman.
He withdrew slowly, dancing on cords of energy and light when he realized she knew he was inside. He touched her where his hands could never reach, stroked and teased at dream and desire instead of breasts and stomach and hips. He opened himself as she did the same, and their souls blended as their blood had. Slipping back into his body just as the madness of physical desire was ready to take him, he threaded his fingers through hers and kissed her, lost in flesh and spirit as both came.
* * * * *
In the quiet that came after, he held a knot of warmth inside of him, a piece of Ziyah he’d been missing. As her hands traced idle patterns on his bare chest and her eyes locked on him, brow furrowed with concern, he turned inward and sought the lock that held his bonds in place.
“That was…wow.”
“Mmmmm….”
“…are you okay? Or are you just being a pig and falling asleep on me?”
He smiled in amusement and satisfaction as he turned his face towards her and slid the key into place. “Both?”
She swatted his chest lightly just as he turned the key and popped the lock open. Healing warmth and raging fire rushed out and bathed him in agony, making his body clench and his voice catch as a scream clogged in his throat.
But as she held him while he rode it out, he knew that scars were all that would remain.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,049