Bastian Alexander Skyler (ex_drstrange290) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-02-15 12:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | bastian, shizuka |
Friday night
Who:Adrien & Shizuka
When:Friday Night
Where?:Second circle of hell/ In dreams
What: Adrien is having a nightmare
Caution: Strong sexual content, violence, and lots of evil deeds to take place.
Malicious laughter echoed off the walls of hell. The expression of it shaped his every feature. The tone of madness was all that could be heard through his voice drowning out any ounce of humanity that was once within him. A love that ran as deep, and black as the Atlantic ocean burned in him with a scorching passion, like hot lava ready to erupt. Where there was want, there was will, and where there was will, there was always a way. Or so in theory it's what Adiren told himself many times over. It's been said that love could drive one to complete and utter madness. A love rejected time and time again, a love that finally lured Adrien to his untimely demise. (This is all part of his dream)
Adrien would always love Tatienne as she was the only woman ever to touch that cold black sinister heart of his. A part of him, his child, now a grown woman, but more then that she was the thing that filled the void within him. Without Tatienne there was nothing, just an empty black abyss inside his heart. Nothing, or no one could keep Adrien from her so long as he loved her he would always find his way back to her.
It's that love for her that he grasped onto tightly, so tightly that it was suffocating, even more then he could bare at times. A mixture of lust, passion, love, and hate ready to evolve into something dangerously too close to heaven and hell. Hate was good, one needed to hate to see the love. A thin line between them both, and Tatienne could hate Adrien, she could find him distasteful in her mouth, and loath the very thought of him, but that would not stop him from loving her.
A ripple through time, perhaps space, Adrien was falling..and falling. There was no end to the bottom of the black hole. It felt as though it were never ending. The screams inside of his head echoing, Tatiennes - voice glass shattering "You just don't get it, Mon pere, do you? I thought you were dead and I felt nothing. No pain, no love, nothing. I'm free. And when I marry to a worthy man, you will be nothing more, but that of a memory. One I wish to forget, and I shall. I'll never look back."
It was maddening, twisting, turning, stirring, and boiling just beneath the surface of his flesh. Wrenching torment! Her words like venom poisoning his blood. The very blood that ran like acid through his veins. Like parasites crawling beneath his flesh, eating away from the inside out. He screamed with blacken sinister eyes. Falling, arms extended out reaching for something, anything, but only to find nothing to hold onto. How could she do this to him? She was supposed to love him, only him, and for always. Now, she was leaving him to the mouth of hell. To The nothing within the earth, under the ground.. abandon him, as he'd done to her. Where was he now? Left to suffer in the darkest parts of hell.
He was being pulled, feeling torn, and shredded. Like a million tiny particles swirling around violently with the speed of light. Falling face down with eyes peering into the abyss of the black hole waiting to devour him whole. Blood rushing to his head, heart throbbing against his chest, and pulse pounding... Screaming...and then there was silence. Adrien had fallen onto a giant hammock made of silk. Spread out in four corners, each was tied to what seemed to be columns made of bone.
The columns stood within a pool of blood, the room's true depth unknown as the blood was so thick, dark, and hot that even when a bubble popped it still did not give way to the bottom. Bodies were strung along the walls, hung upside down by chains clasped around their feet. Some were alive, some were dead, their blood dripping down from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, adding to the heated pool of blood. Their hands were chained just at the tips, so that their hands would be burned by the blood of others, a constant reminder of where they were. A lost dimension, a real second circle of hell. For those much like Adrien who were overcome by their lust, their hate, by all that consumed them, that drove them to madness. Malicious laughter echoed off the walls had he truly being driven to insanity? Dark cold elusive eyes shifted back and forth from side to side. "Tatienne?" He called out with curiosity to his tone.
There she was slowly walking towards him with a sensual sway to her hips, the curves along her voluptuous body and a heavy gloss upon those luscious lips, of her tender pink smile. Her shapely legs were slightly exposed, teasing as the Devilish red of her dress was slit dangerously high. The slit was complex in that it was not a slit, but rather the beginning of the red material which criss-crossed in wide diamonds that exposed a line of her delicious flesh up to her mid-breast. From there the material was a bit more, coming up in one strap across her slender shoulders and tied at the top around her neck.
She was gorgeous always whether in Adriens twisted mind or in the flesh. She moved to crawl up upon the blood stained hammock now straddling Adrien placing her hands flat down against his chest, and long sharp manicured nails biting at his flesh. "mon pere" She spoke, letting those words roll off the tip of her tongue in a seductive tone. Running that same tip along pearly white teeth before the tip of her tongue darted out and rolled between those glossed lips adding a more wet appeal to them, and then she leaned down so very close to the side of Adriends neck. The warmth of her hot breath was felt against his ear and her voice just a teasing whisper. "Even in your wildest dreams, I will never love you, again. Nor will I ever, forgive you" A near enraged growl ripped through his throat and tore at his lips. Eyes glaring towards her through slits much like that of serpent eyes with fury. NO! Tatienne! Come back
Adrien sprung to his feet, arms stretched out reaching for Tatenne, and his eyes searching all around for her. When he sprung up, that was when he fell yet again. There was nothing beneath him. He fell down a spiral of darkness, of screams, streams of blood like wet pain trailing down the walls around him. Flames licking at his flesh, and finally - with a bone crushing thud, Adrien hit the ground. It took him a moment of just laying there before he slowly moved to his knees. His hands rose and were covered over his ears for just a moment, and then fingers roamed further up until the grasped at the short hairs at the sides of his head.
" Tatienne" He screamed over and over, until he was nearly blinded by a bright projection before him. Blackened eyes glared up at a projection of Tatienne, and another man making love to one another. His hands over every inch of beautiful flesh coving her body. Soft, and pleasured moans escaping her lips, and her eyes.
Eyes of a temptress, glossed by lust looking, watching Adrien, and taking delight in the tortuous hell shown behind his eyes. A laugh of amusement echoes around him.. “ It’s all very clear, mon pere, my love for you, dead. Is that not what you wanted, all those years ago when you decided to die, and leave me behind? Now you may live out the rest of your life, empty. No one is going to come for you. Just as you never came back for me. “
A white flash, and suddenly Adrien was standing in front of a girl. A girl he'd met once before, but couldn't put a name to her face. A sneer upon his lips, darkness behind his eyes. " Where is she? " He asked, his voice calm, but in no way, shape or form, was he calm.