Catarina (catdevigri) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2009-06-19 10:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2009 kinks challenge, author: catdevigri, fandom: original[navigator] |
Lucid Dreaming (Original: Navigator, Marta/Leona)
Title: Lucid Dreaming
Author: catdevigri
Fandom: Original (Navigator)
Pairing/characters: Marta Duay/Leona Maxwell
Rating: PG
Warnings: general creepiness (see prompt)
Prompt/challenge you're answering: Marta and Leona: necrophilia
Marta didn't sleep the way she used to after Leona's death. The black-haired girl with her neat, smooth haircut, crept into her dreams ever now and then, her cheeks red with life and youth and vitality, only to collapse, pale and lifeless into Marta's arm, just as she had done that fateful day. Her pink lips were parted, still glimmering with the faint sheen of all-day evershine lipgloss. Her blood was spattered across both their uniforms. But in her dreams, Marta's trembling as she cradled Leona's body came not from fear or sorrow, but a growing longing for the dainty geologist in her arms. In the dreams, it all felt so natural, kissing that silent form as the warmth drained from her body, but when Marta assessed these dreams in her waking hours she was a bit disturbed by the contents of her subconscious.
"Was I in love with Leona?" she wondered, looking at her sleepy face in the mirror, "Is that why she's on my mind now? ...Or do I just feel guilty that she died?"
Whatever the answer was, this didn't exactly feel like something she could discuss with anyone onboard. Not even Stuart for all they confided in one another. It was too...personal? Maybe creepy was more what she was going for here.
Instead of talking about her dream, she looked up lucid dreaming. "Maybe taking control of my dream will stop this nonsense," Marta reasoned.
It took some practice before there were any results, but a little at a time, Marta learned to influence her dreams. And when the dream about Leona came again, she thought she was ready.
But it turned out she still felt that longing, leaning her head down to kiss Leona. "Leona," she managed to inquire, subverting the usual scheme of the dream just slightly, "Are you still there? What do you want from me?"
And Leona, who only lived in dreams and memory, responded. "I'm here, but please, just let me stay here quietly like this."
When the alarm clock awoke Marta the following morning, she didn't feel like she had solved anything at all.