lazarus ( incubus ) . (shatterings) wrote in light_of_may, |
Lazarus was a part of her dream world in that he wished to be, in that he had entered her unconscious mind using his abilities and taken control of this landscape as he did any he invaded without permission or invitation, but that it. He could do as he wished here, manipulate the elements and control all the participants, whoever they ended up being. There were no limitations for him, only those set by his own imagination and that was a dangerous place. Deadly, even. Just because he couldn't control her that didn't mean he couldn't affect everything around her on a whim. If he wanted to cause her harm he could do that by changing as much as needed to be changed in order for that to happen. If this girl thought she was safe from him in her own dream then she was a fool.
Her question as to his identity was met with a smile but no verbal response. Telling her who he was went against his mother's -- their mother, he supposed -- instructions and was therefore out of the question but he didn't want her to think she hadn't heard him. It didn't matter how direct she was about it, she wouldn't get him to tell her who he was, what he was, or what he intended to do now that he was here. Instead of responding he walked forward, keeping his pace casual and easy, not wanting to spook her too much too soon. There would be plenty of time for that. "You think?" he said in a kind of challenge, his brows lifting a fraction to add weight to the query in his own voice. "Either it is or it isn't. This is your dream, you know what it is you're hearing." If she didn't understand what he meant by that then all the better. Sometimes there was no more effective tool than confusion.
Tilting his head with the faintest trace of a smile he asked her, "And why would I leave? Perhaps I'm here to observe, watch what you do next." Lazarus turned his paler-than-normal eyes on her and waited to see how she would respond to those words, what she would do with that implication.