Cheshirehouse (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cheshirehouse) wrote,@ 2006-07-30 07:32:00 |
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| Current music: | VNV Nation, are you surprised? |
| Entry tags: | apathy, bunny, cruentus, frika (dark), guest star, infudicia, nikolaus, perfect, phetish, sundance, sydney, the eighth, trosufaen |
Slow Motion Daydream
Several short storylets. Just a touch of everyone; even Perfect makes a brief cameo, and there is a bonus guest star of the Corgat from mindburble. Last section/bit with Infudicia and Sundance has a touch of raunch.
Eyes closed, muzzle tilted downward, Frika’s large hairless feet shifted awkwardly on the bare cellar stone as it spun and shuffled in a slow dance. Skinless left arm was held in front of its chest, around the shoulders of a nonexistent partner, right arm held up to the side leading its imaginary partner by the hand. It circled slowly in the dark cellar, the retro radio refitted into a CD player dutifully pumping out music.
”... I’ll light the fire, while you place the flowers in the yard, that you bought today-ay-ay...”
There was a moment of silence as the song ended, and the CD player whirred softly. Frika froze, its eyes opening slowly as a finger gently tapped its shoulder. The hairless creature turned around to face Trosufaen; whom bowed and offered a hand to Frika.
The lanky beast smiled and accepted it, and Trosufaen led it in the next dance.
Sydney sat alone in the unkempt lawn. He was always alone. His fingers tugged out blades of grass, but his mind was not focused on the idle act. His eyes were glazed, staring up into the dark, cloudy sky. It had been many nights since he last saw the stars.
how many years since you found yourself, staring at an endless sky?
His ears twisted backwards at a soft clinking of metal behind him. He did not need to look; he could sense him. The Eighth.
The shark-man stepped around Sydney and lowered himself delicately next to the vulpinoid, the chains hanging from his body clattering softly. He twisted his head round to look at Sydney with his cloudy, swirling eyes. Sydney met his gaze, and froze.
unaware of yourself, who you are and where you’re going. Only living, only breathing...
Time stopped with them. Minutes passed, perhaps hours. The Eighth finally moved; to raise his webbed hand and gently caress the rough fur on Sydney’s cheek.
losing all sense of time
Sydney started at the unexpected touch - even more surprised by the gentleness. The Eighth smiled, the spikes of his muzzle pricking half-healed wounds on his muzzle, and pulled his hand back. He held it up in front of his face, examining the peppery hairs that stuck to his denticled hide, then scraped the fur off and into his palm.
the most fragile of things, captivates and embraces you
The Eighth clenched his hand in a fist; then spread his fingers wide and blew on his palm. The flattened wad of hair fluttered off his palm; delicate silvery-black wings of a moth flapping in the humid night air.
surrender and be witness to this rarest of moments
Sydney watched in silence. There was no need to speak, and no words should he find his voice. He watched the moth, desperately wanting to reach out and grab it, pull it back into himself; but something deeper in him told him to let it go. Set free.
you live within the sense of the order of things, what is truth? what is important? what defines you?
The Eighth reached towards Sydney again, gathering the vulpinoid’s gloved hand into the shark-man’s, and he clasped Sydney’s hand in his webbed palms. Sydney did not pull back this time, and he glanced briefly at the Eighth’s smiling face, a thin trickle of blood dripping down the shark’s snout. When the vulpinoid glanced back at the moth, it was gone; he could not spot it again.
no need to fear, no need to worry
about years that passed, about time you lost
The Eighth raised a hand, his other still clutching Sydney’s, and cupped his hand around the vulpinoid’s chin, gently encouraging the shadowfox’s gaze back to the shark-man. Sydney complied without resistance, and their eyes locked again.
live seconds as a lifetime
time, it does not matter
Another feeling washed over Sydney. He could not place it, describe it; he’d never felt it before. He pulled away from the Eighth suddenly with dread, shaking his head.
“Sydney Maelvor,” The Eighth whispered, holding his hands out for Sydney yet.
Sydney was breathless as the name hit him. He opened his jaws to deny, to say something, but nothing escaped. He scrambled to his feet, his spiderleg hair twitching wildly.
you live within the sense, of the stillness of time
The Eighth rose calmly and spread his arms wide to either side, as if asking for an embrace.
how many years ... since you found yourself?
The kitchen looked like something that would shame Jackson Pollock. Streaks of every colour imaginable, and then some, flashed across every surface. Nikolaus and the Corgat, a small Corgi-like dreambeast with an extra set of arms and horns, sat in the middle of the floor, hands upraised as they wove. The Corgat’s muzzle was wrinkled, the tip of his tongue jutting past his teeth and large ears quivering as he concentrated. Nikolaus was grinning wider than ever, his eyes nearly glowing with glee as he emulated the Corgat. Psychedelic rainbow streaks shot out from the Corgat’s paws; and darker earthen tones of black and brown slithered from Nikolaus.
Phetish stuck his snout in briefly as he passed by the open doorway, curious by the colours. A genuine, rare smile creased his thin lips as he watched the childlike Dreambeasts weaving eagerly, creating a music only the Dreambeasts could hear; and it tinkled pleasantly in Phetish’s four ears.
Cruentus held bunny’s thin, quivering body against his, resting his chin atop her head. bunny sobbed softly, wiping ineffectually at her tear-soaked cheeks. “He never stops, he doesn’t stop, please,” she mumbled, then stuck her thumb in her mouth and gnawed on it nervously.
“Shhh,” the genet hushed softly, gently pulling her hand away from her mouth before she could damage herself further, curling his tail around her naked body. “He’s gone.”
“Not for good,” bunny whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt a fresh wave of tears well up, clutching the fur of Cruentus’ chest in tiny balled fists.
“We’ll fix that someday,” he said softly, stroking her hair with a kindness uncommon.
In a shadow, a dark one laughed, holding her claws in front of her. It was a cheerful, pleased laugh, one that did suit the thick black blood dripping from her hands.
“Who needs Infudicia when you have me?”
Keep pestering her like that, I like it, the original shadowbeast hissed to the opossum hunched over in the couch, grunting as he masturbated. The Vessel is really not fond of you. I’m obligated to thank you, I suppose. You do so help make her miserable.
“Oh, fuck sake, do you mind?” Sundance snapped as he looked over his shoulder, glaring daggers at the fallen angel squatting in its own shadows in the corner, looming over the limp pile of silver and black fur on the floor.
Infudicia laughed, a deep rumbling sound. You know ... no, I really don’t. I can share with my own household.
Sundance rolled his eyes and stood up, baring his teeth as he panted slightly. “Christ a guy can’t even jerk off in peace!” He threw his hands up in exasperation and stormed up the stairs to find a quieter place to finish.
They upset so easily, my little dear, Infudicia cooed as as a paw emerged from the shadows to stroke Apathy’s head. The felinoid did not move, his glazed eyes staring at the carpet underneath him. What do you think? she whispered as her form blurred slightly, her ram’s horns becoming smooth, slightly curved horns above catlike ears; her muzzle more mammalian and whiskered; long red-brown hair sprouting from atop her head and spilling over her ears and face. Will she love me now?
Apathy turned his head slowly to gaze up at Infudicia, and the tips of white teeth showed as he smiled. “Yesssssssssssss kidlovefrikapuppy,” he hissed, then hiccuped.
Infudicia chuckled softly, smiling kindly at the fleshpuppet as she cradled his head in her paws. I know, sweetie. I know.
