Re: dream: eames and louis (and desire)
"I'm only passing through," it said, eyes glimmering in the flickering, candle-lit blaze of the gilded room. Desire's arms were cool in the dream, a little soft, hard under pressure, the flesh coagulating when pressed like mist into stone. The deep beating continued on, and they danced. It seemed as if they had covered every square inch of the massive ballroom, so quickly did they sweep across it, faster than possible, gliding, almost. With Desire, things could come easily, even for humans not as pretty as the blue-eyed blonde.
"Do you ever dream of being blonde and pretty when there's no one else around?" It smiled again. "Mysteries have answers. They want to be resolved. They can be resolved." A lush smirk. There was no resolution to be found, not here, no ending, no bow to tie at the finale. "The curtains never close on me. But hear they come for you."
The dream closed then, and with a flourish, a curtain of darkness dropping between them. Desire released the blonde and stepped behind the falling wall of night. A smile, the flat impression of a pale face, bright eyes, dark lashes, and then gone.