dream 006 ♠ have a happy ending
Warnings ♠ Vague references to sex and violence.
Dream Effects [Optional] ♠ There's the frightening sort of numbness you get when you stay in a cold place for too long. Also, this dream is bleach bypassed, a la Minority Report.
Notes &spades Credit to Lynne for the idea. This dream is filtered from those below 15 years of age. Spoilers for SMT: Devil Survivor.
Villains never get happy endings, do they?
There's the slam of a door and the sound of a window shattering, and Loki spins around in the computer chair, putting his feet up on the desk. Abel looks just as he did yesterday, minus the blood and the tears and the bloodthirsty look of the King of Bel on his face.
"How many people can you make a contract with?"
Loki cocks an eyebrow, and behind him, the wind howls, and the funeral dirge of a thousand angels echo.
"Just one."
He can see the King's fangs and claws and sharp jagged teeth. "I defeated you. You're mine, now."
Like he had a say in it, anyway. He'd been feeling the thread of his previous contract fall around his ears, twisting and melting into nothing. Memories never really did go away, but - was he waiting for this? An excuse? An -
Mine.
"I've been waiting for you," he says, and he attacks Cain like he doesn't have the word gentle in his dictionary. His nails are long (just like his Contractor's) and his teeth are bared and Naoya's skin cuts and bleeds so fucking easily. He likes it that way.
He paints, tries to paint, a portrait of blood on white skin and white hair and he knows that even that won't last; they'll fade away like the magic that bound Loki to Cain, like the memories of six thousand years following -
Naoya jerks under him, flushed, and Loki's blonde pools around his shoulders. He's fighting back with all his strength, biting, nails raking rivers down Loki's back, but they both know that the scars that they'll leave on each other will eventually fade. Once Naoya reincarnates, once Loki heals, once the King of Bel orders him to change his form.
He's not leaving Cain anything. For the first time in either of their (patched, fragmented, bloody) lives, Loki's leaving nothing because nothing ties them together now.
Cain screams, loud, piercing, and Loki silences him with a kiss mingled with iron and salt.
It's always the hero who gets it all.
He's not asleep when Loki leaves; he's staring blankly up at the ceiling, a testament to how violent can sex become before being considered non-consensual. Loki grits his teeth, shifts his clothes clean, and stalks off to the door.
"First time you're leaving by the door, huh."
Loki turns around, breath catching in his throat (and he sounded so nostalgic, so lost and silent and needy like the contractor - like the friend, the lover, the partner that he was), but then the contract tugs and he fists his hand so hard it drips red with blood.
"Nothing lasts forever," he murmurs into the thick air, and he lets the words dissolve into dust before closing the door behind him.
---
Loki doesn't wake up, but he clearly is having a nightmare.
Dream Effects [Optional] ♠ There's the frightening sort of numbness you get when you stay in a cold place for too long. Also, this dream is bleach bypassed, a la Minority Report.
Notes &spades Credit to Lynne for the idea. This dream is filtered from those below 15 years of age. Spoilers for SMT: Devil Survivor.
Villains never get happy endings, do they?
There's the slam of a door and the sound of a window shattering, and Loki spins around in the computer chair, putting his feet up on the desk. Abel looks just as he did yesterday, minus the blood and the tears and the bloodthirsty look of the King of Bel on his face.
"How many people can you make a contract with?"
Loki cocks an eyebrow, and behind him, the wind howls, and the funeral dirge of a thousand angels echo.
"Just one."
He can see the King's fangs and claws and sharp jagged teeth. "I defeated you. You're mine, now."
Like he had a say in it, anyway. He'd been feeling the thread of his previous contract fall around his ears, twisting and melting into nothing. Memories never really did go away, but - was he waiting for this? An excuse? An -
Mine.
"I've been waiting for you," he says, and he attacks Cain like he doesn't have the word gentle in his dictionary. His nails are long (just like his Contractor's) and his teeth are bared and Naoya's skin cuts and bleeds so fucking easily. He likes it that way.
He paints, tries to paint, a portrait of blood on white skin and white hair and he knows that even that won't last; they'll fade away like the magic that bound Loki to Cain, like the memories of six thousand years following -
Naoya jerks under him, flushed, and Loki's blonde pools around his shoulders. He's fighting back with all his strength, biting, nails raking rivers down Loki's back, but they both know that the scars that they'll leave on each other will eventually fade. Once Naoya reincarnates, once Loki heals, once the King of Bel orders him to change his form.
He's not leaving Cain anything. For the first time in either of their (patched, fragmented, bloody) lives, Loki's leaving nothing because nothing ties them together now.
Cain screams, loud, piercing, and Loki silences him with a kiss mingled with iron and salt.
It's always the hero who gets it all.
He's not asleep when Loki leaves; he's staring blankly up at the ceiling, a testament to how violent can sex become before being considered non-consensual. Loki grits his teeth, shifts his clothes clean, and stalks off to the door.
"First time you're leaving by the door, huh."
Loki turns around, breath catching in his throat (and he sounded so nostalgic, so lost and silent and needy like the contractor - like the friend, the lover, the partner that he was), but then the contract tugs and he fists his hand so hard it drips red with blood.
"Nothing lasts forever," he murmurs into the thick air, and he lets the words dissolve into dust before closing the door behind him.
---
Loki doesn't wake up, but he clearly is having a nightmare.