Exerpt
"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime..."
His voice was strong, resonant... in the void about us it echoed as the peals of churchbells. I heard the chill sweep down my skin, from the coils of my ears darting to the tips of my toes. There in the expanses of the dream realm, he came so dangerously close to me I could feel the cold intangibility of his ethereal flesh, though he dared not come close enough to touch. In that inky black, the colorless drifting energy that made my spirit hell shifted, cycling through reds and violets, throwing a flash of light across his face just enough for me to catch the glinting strands in his eyes.
"....... say the word and I will follow you...."
An Earth song I remember hearing at the club. The Phantom of the Opera.
.... He was there on Earth if he'd heard that.
"Who are you...?" I choked out, barely able to catch myself above a whisper in that chilling darkness. The violet flashes hinted only at a yellow gleam in his eyes, eyes I could never recognize by the light of dreams. Beyond us the colors shifted, to brilliant aquamarine and indigo, flashing bright enough now that the outline of him finally became clear. Tall, thin, hovering near me like a ghostly skeleton in the dark.
"Don't make me answer that." he said, closing his eyes, turning himself into a black silhouette. "I don't want this to be over just yet...."
His words echoed into silence, and as if to chase the sound away, the shifting aurora beyond us burst into a bright and stunning array of gold and pale white. The darkness split, chased away by the dream we had woven, and the silhouette became a clear face....
... My heart froze.
Dakeiro.
The swaying threads of white hair drifted carelessly over his eyelids, the serpentine lips pursed ever so slightly, the thin eyebrows resting perfectly perched in an admirable arch over the light lashed eyes. Everything was there and unmistakably the man of mystery we had battled since our ascension. The most wretched of evil we had ever known beyond the grasp of the Dark God. The man whose influence nearly brought an entire world of its own to oblivion.
... here begging of me something I thought he was incapable of knowing.
He shifted, drawing a little closer to me until his outstretched hand nearly grazed the side of my face. I watched him, eyes practically stapled open to keep my sight on him. His eyes slowly revealed themselves from under his eyelids, fixing on mine with the purest of distraught expressions.
"I've always been beside you," he whispered. "Since the day you left Akori I followed this battered spirit of yours..." His head tilted slightly to one side with a pained smile. "I watched you hate me, watched you live and die, felt the torture..."
Finally his fingers met my face, in a touch so gentle and cold I could scarcely breathe.
"... in this perfect heart of yours.... I felt it all..."
... Torture...?
... Had it been so bad?
~to be continued~
His voice was strong, resonant... in the void about us it echoed as the peals of churchbells. I heard the chill sweep down my skin, from the coils of my ears darting to the tips of my toes. There in the expanses of the dream realm, he came so dangerously close to me I could feel the cold intangibility of his ethereal flesh, though he dared not come close enough to touch. In that inky black, the colorless drifting energy that made my spirit hell shifted, cycling through reds and violets, throwing a flash of light across his face just enough for me to catch the glinting strands in his eyes.
"....... say the word and I will follow you...."
An Earth song I remember hearing at the club. The Phantom of the Opera.
.... He was there on Earth if he'd heard that.
"Who are you...?" I choked out, barely able to catch myself above a whisper in that chilling darkness. The violet flashes hinted only at a yellow gleam in his eyes, eyes I could never recognize by the light of dreams. Beyond us the colors shifted, to brilliant aquamarine and indigo, flashing bright enough now that the outline of him finally became clear. Tall, thin, hovering near me like a ghostly skeleton in the dark.
"Don't make me answer that." he said, closing his eyes, turning himself into a black silhouette. "I don't want this to be over just yet...."
His words echoed into silence, and as if to chase the sound away, the shifting aurora beyond us burst into a bright and stunning array of gold and pale white. The darkness split, chased away by the dream we had woven, and the silhouette became a clear face....
... My heart froze.
Dakeiro.
The swaying threads of white hair drifted carelessly over his eyelids, the serpentine lips pursed ever so slightly, the thin eyebrows resting perfectly perched in an admirable arch over the light lashed eyes. Everything was there and unmistakably the man of mystery we had battled since our ascension. The most wretched of evil we had ever known beyond the grasp of the Dark God. The man whose influence nearly brought an entire world of its own to oblivion.
... here begging of me something I thought he was incapable of knowing.
He shifted, drawing a little closer to me until his outstretched hand nearly grazed the side of my face. I watched him, eyes practically stapled open to keep my sight on him. His eyes slowly revealed themselves from under his eyelids, fixing on mine with the purest of distraught expressions.
"I've always been beside you," he whispered. "Since the day you left Akori I followed this battered spirit of yours..." His head tilted slightly to one side with a pained smile. "I watched you hate me, watched you live and die, felt the torture..."
Finally his fingers met my face, in a touch so gentle and cold I could scarcely breathe.
"... in this perfect heart of yours.... I felt it all..."
... Torture...?
... Had it been so bad?
~to be continued~