umbrage_embrace (umbrage_embrace) wrote in freedem_uni, @ 2010-10-20 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | #log, locke lamora |
Who: Locke and ???
What: Succubus Incubus
Where: Locke's Mind
When: Friday, December 8th
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Locke's eyes shot open and there was only darkness. An overcast night and drawn curtains left his and Touya's room an inky shroud, something he was normally quite comfortable with, but now the room was just shades of blackness to him. A few alarming seconds passed before he realized what was about to occur. Locke sat up and raised his right hand to his breast, reaching out into the gloom with his mind.
"...The night finds you well, Brother..."
Silence. Locke cast his gaze around slowly, less sure of himself, when a loud, whirling gust of sound broke the reticence. The laughter of shades. It made him shiver. A shadowy figure slid upside down out of the ceiling, somehow suggestively. It's sinewy body, lithe and almost provocative, this shade came off very...feminine.
"...yyyou greet me poorlyyy..." it hissed before continuing "...bbbrotherrr..." It spun in a circle laughing that unsettling laugh. "...mmmay we share her embraceee..."
Locke had the sneaking suspicion that he was being made fun of and for some reason, it felt too much to bear. He had had a trying few days earlier in the week with his emotions and was finally getting back to feeling comfortable in his own skin again. He was not about to take any guff from a mere shadow.
"...I do not care to be gibed at tonight. I would much rather talk to Betsal'el, if it's all the same to you..."
The furtive shape stopped spinning, starring at him with those cold blue eyes. In an instant, it sprung up to him, floating, dipping, rising up between his legs and resting it's cold hands on his thighs. A chill tingled his groin and the adumbration seemed to know this. To take pleasure in it. Definitely female.
"...iii know not why you would waste your time with foolish Brother Betsal'elll...hhhe does not dance with the night as I dooo..." she traced a taloned finger up Locke's thigh, encircling his loins, before rising swiftly up his chest, over his jaw and resting behind his ear. "...oooh, the things Sister Tzil'lah could teach youuu..." The line Tzil'lah's finger drew became a slow, icy burn. The pressure in his head increased.
"...That's quite alright..." Locke drew away from her touch, "...Sister..." The phantasm was close. Closer than any shade had ever neared to him and in her featureless face, it seemed he could see blackness that moved. He swore she arched a non-existent eyebrow at him, but just focusing on it made the pounding in his head worse. His vision began to dim. "...Please, get off me..."
Unexpectedly, the shade pushed him onto his back, mounting him. Shadows were generally weightless in his experience, but this one seemed to be pinning him. "...wwwhat are you waiting for, Brotherrr...eeembrace the nighttt...ooopen your eyesss..." She wrapped her claws around his head. "...sssee your Sisterrr..."
Locke thought his temples might explode and then there was a pop and a gushing sound. Locke felt dizzy, but he could see that the already dark room seemed to be getting darker. Rising from the floor like a flood was a sea of black water that had already claimed his legs up to the calves. Strangely, it did not feel wet. The threshold was almost like smoke as it passed what it touched, but on the other side it felt cool, like a crisp winter day. It wouldn't be a stretch to say it felt brisk. Not uncomfortable at all.
Tzil'lah's eyes glowed with intensity. "...yyyesss..."
The flood water rose finally over the bed, rolling up Locke's back and shoulders, filling his ears, passing over his head. It was frightening and fascinating at the same time and he couldn't help but close his eyes as it rose.
"...Open your eyes, Brother..."
Locke froze and slowly opened his eyes. Upon him, Tzil'lah still rested, but she was different. She seemed physically more womanly. More voluptuous. There were more pronounced features in her face. A nose, a smiling mouth and was that hair? It was hard to grasp, but if he concentrated, he could see a full mane of locks. It was as if there was another person super imposed on the shadowy template. And there was something else; the hiss was gone. Her speech was still accented with the windy nothingness all shadows carried, but there was something that he'd be able to recognize in it if he heard it again. Something almost human.
"...What is this?..." Locke looked up at the rising line of fluid darkness, not quite at the ceiling, but steadily approaching. It was then that he noticed his sight was back. The room was no longer obscured from him. "...What has happened?..."
Tzil'lah floated off of him spouting peals of laughter into the newly "illuminated" room. "...You are learning the truth of the dark, Brother...This is what you wanted, is it not?..." She levitated lazily in the air. "...You are learning recognize us and to harness your true powers...And you will only get stronger..."
Locke sat up. He had the same slow motion feeling that he did when his head filled with fluid shadows during his conversation with Sayuri, but his mind wasn't as detached. He had more focus to temper his clarity. He felt lighter. His mind felt quicker, like time wasn't slowed, rather he was faster. He looked up at the line of shadow that filled the room. It was a foot away from the ceiling and remained there. He frowned.
"...Why won't it reach the top?..."
Tzil'lah shrugged. "...Perhaps you are not strong enough yet, Brother..." Locke starred at her, something else about her itching his brain. Was she...naked? His eyes darted involuntarily from her face to her well proportioned chest and back again. She caught the movement and chuckled and he cursed himself.
A swirling feeling arose in the back of his head and he felt dizzy once more, steadying himself on the bed. The quickness was gone and the shadowy medium began to recede. Tzil'lah floated back down to straddle him. "...Our time is at an end but we shall meet again..." the darkness ebbed past their heads and Locke found himself starring blinding once again into a featureless visage with glowing blue eyes. "...ttthe light cannot separate we from behind the veilll..." The apparition rose towards the ceiling. "...cccall for usss...fffor me once more, Brother and I will teach youuu..." She melded into the ceiling. "...yyyou will discover umbrage's embraceee..."
She laughed and laughed until the laughter became the telltale howling, signifying the dream's end, but even gone, the roaring remained, like a hurricane in a bottle, whistling and screeching, so loud, Locke threw his pillow over his head to shut out the din and passed out, dream fading into a dark undisturbed reverie.