Lewis Carroll (twas_brillig) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-01-23 03:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | lewis carroll |
WHO: Lewis Carroll
WHAT: Just a normal, everyday, absolutely not incriminating dream...
WHEN: Sunday Night
WHERE: Bed at Charles' place
WARNINGS: Charles having naughty dreams about Cassandra
In reality, Cassandra was thousands of years old, but in Charles' head and especially in his dreams she was a teenage girl, and a young one at that. She was hardly the youngest he dreamed about. They came intermittently and he hadn't had one in so long he had begun to think maybe they were done with him. Perhaps the presence of Hans in his life was enough to counteract all the bad his nephew had done him with one false biography which people took as true.
Charles wasn't a bad man. He would never harm someone, let alone a child. He loved children in incredibly healthy ways. Still, the desires that came of belief plagued him and even if he could try his best to shut out the thoughts with distractions or by pinching the skin of his leg through his pocket (and he had an almost permanent bruise on his thigh from this) there was nothing he could do about the dreams.
She was sitting on his bed in front of him, her dark hair spilling down her shoulders, willing him to take her. She had spoken riddles and beautiful words to him the entire way back to his apartment, and now he silenced her with a kiss. He breathed her name while she undressed for him, putting on a little show just for his benefit.
When Charles could stand it no longer, he stepped forward, pressing her lean, young body to the mattress. She stared up at him, her pink lips so inviting. She called him 'sir', and he claimed her as his own, slowly but firmly.
Charles awoke with a quiet gasp, and as the dream slowly sunk in, his expression twisted in horror. He was in a relationship with a man he loved very much, and he was having sex dreams about teenage girls. Incredibly detailed sex dreams he actually slightly regretted waking up from.
His stomach twisted, a sick feeling settling in though he didn't jump out of bed. The sheets beneath him were soaked with sweat and he was well and truly hard. With a small sound of frustration and slight panic, Charles curled up into a ball, glad Hans wasn't here with him for this. The poor man didn't deserve to be lying next to someone so horrible. Someone so tainted and disgusting.
His panicked and upset breathing and occasional whispered curse word were not silent. He truly believed himself to be a monster.