04-01-2019, 11:15 PM
Abysm is dreams incarnate and more than that, or maybe somehow less since he so much of his namesake - the abyss. But for her, he can be this otherworldly thing that can bring a taste of magic even if it just through dreams - just for a little while, and not forever. That’s all he can ever be, just a little while and never forever.
He wasn’t meant to be that way; not after being ripped from the abyssal nothingness and then his mother’s womb. Traumatic. Even for the unborn at the time, but it remains in him like the knee-jerk reaction of muscle-memory. It is something that cannot never be forgotten or forgiven. He’ll do neither and time shall pass as it is meant to.
Her gasp. Her moan. Her startled near-jerk from his touch then the quick settling that is like giving in, sweet and quick before he can snatch the dangling thread of dream-magic from her eager grasp. He’s not that cruel though. Could never quite tease or taunt - just promise and follow through. His name leaving her mouth seals the deal even as she leans into him, and her hunger spills over.
“Just for a little while,” he responds to her truthfully, and maybe with a hint of regret that he cannot make it last longer. Dreams are not long lasting. Repetitive, perhaps but in the end, they end. So he’ll not lie to her about that even as the mist unfurls closer to them, beginning to creep about their pasterns before climbing higher.
He can feel her need engulfing them as the mist does, and he goes to work by ripping apart the seams of this world and the next. Abysm has never wondered or asked what it feels like to be sucked from the natural world into the one of dreams. Truth be told, he hasn’t done this much with another in tow but she is there, anchored to him by the mist of his dream-manipulation.
They are still looking at one another as the seams stitch themselves back together and the mist changes into light, warm and honeyed and so thick it hurts his eyes. But this is her dream, this lazy summer of crickets and streams and grass as far as the eye can see. No flies to bother the skin. No pain or sorrow to bother the heart. Just summer, sweet and endless and he asks her, “What do you see? What do you smell? Who is here with us?”
and he begins to build her dream from the ground up, giving her exactly that and the sky of a brilliant hazy blue with a few fat happy clouds to go sailing by. No rain. No pain. Just light and a lighter heart.
@[leliana] yep continuing this! ❤️
i would do anything for love,
but i won’t do that