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atwistedfancy in rivelatalogs

Now this is what it's like when worlds collide.

Feb 18, 2010 23:13

WHO: Grell & Jam
WHAT: A fortuitous meeting!
WHERE: Somewhere in the residential district.
WHEN: Today!

( Now who's the light and who is the devil? )

oc - jam, grell sutcliff

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chainsaw_juliet February 19 2010, 04:30:48 UTC

So many interesting creatures on this Island! He had just met that marvelous man Sylar but a few days ago and now this. Grell smiled, staying well out of sight so he could observe unobserved. He was sitting on a rooftop behind the man, keeping a close keen eye on him.

Eyes emanated a honeyed hue, Grell's smile widening as he watched. He was twisting something unseen; molding and warping something that wasn't tangible. Well, not tangible to mortals anyway.

Dreams. He was doing something to a young man's dreams and suddenly Grell had to bite his lip to stop a bout of giggling. Was this handsome man like Darkrai? Or would he kill afterward, like Sylar?

The Reaper moved silently, vaulting from the rooftop and landing atop a branch. The leaves swayed but it could easily be dismissed as the wind. He wanted to get to know this man better. He wanted him.

atwistedfancy February 19 2010, 05:59:04 UTC

If Jam heard that swaying that didn't belong to the wind, he didn't show it. He didn't show any awareness of his surroundings at all, for that matter. He sat perfectly still, chin tilted just slightly and the faint breeze lending his long, straight hair the only movement in his person, slight as it was.

Violence, Jam had decided. It would be a long process, but it would be worth it. A smile twitched his still lips as those unblinking eyes stared, and his particular talent tweaked and pulled. It rearranged, it suggested. It warped, it darkened. The young man stirred in his bed, while the subconscious representation suffered a thousand nettling stings in a patch of needles of his own imagining. Jam had suggested it, of course, but it was ultimately the victim that created it.

And Jam's smile widened just slightly. It felt good to be hard at work with one's hobby.

chainsaw_juliet February 19 2010, 09:20:45 UTC

Stealthily he slid from his perch so he was on the ground on the other side of the tree. He could hear him, feel him, breathing in a calm, calculated manner. Closing his eyes he could feel his rhythmic heartbeat that jealously guarded a thousand secrets he wanted to pry from him.

Decided he could bear being a stranger no longer, Grell slid his arms around the man's waist from behind and propped his chin on his shoulder.
"Causing mischief are we? Naughty~"

atwistedfancy February 21 2010, 18:41:36 UTC

Jam had just been beginning to lace those stinging needles with a poison that would introduce all sorts of interesting elements, when he felt a perfect horror. His glowing eyes widened for the instant that it took him to run a quick test. That-- that touch, that horrifying and invasive touch, was that in the dream? His victim fighting back? But no victim yet had had that ability!

No, he realized, this was outside -- in the real world. Thousands of times worse, thousands of times more loathed.

His entire body stiffened, and like a light being turned off, the orange illumination disappeared. He was still for only one more instant before he sprang to instinctive motion, twisting and lunging forward to tear himself away. A wide eyed look shot back over his shoulder once he was at least free of those arms, that chin, that touch, to find his tormentor.

chainsaw_juliet February 22 2010, 07:29:38 UTC

Like a startled cat. Grell laughed, highly amused. He crawled forward towards him before standing up at his full height- including a pair of quite female boots with high heels.

"Hello~" He cooed sweetly before breaking into a fit of girlish giggling. "When you play with them like that, I'm bound to notice sooner or later."