Room 509, early Tuesday morning
Dec. 28th, 2010 08:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It was good to be back in Fandom and back in her own bed. Being crowded in a room at Sookie's had been like an extended slumber party, but she was happy to have her privacy again. The presents she'd received had been set lovingly atop her bureau and desk, all except Jono's bracelet. That was still around her wrist and would rarely leave it except when she bathed or slept, and sometimes not even then, since she'd drifted off to sleep last night before taking it off.
Her dreams had been undisturbed over the holiday, though that was about to change. She found herself standing on the shattered streets of Azarath, and the skies above were yellow and red with flame. Trigon loomed there, hundreds of feet tall, laughing as his demons tore apart the marble buildings and devoured the flesh of the people they captured. "SO SHALL BE THE FATE OF ALL WHO OPPOSE ME, DAUGHTER," he said. He stretched out his hand toward her. "JOIN ME, RAVEN. ACCEPT MY POWER AND BECOME A GODDESS."
His power called to the darkness in her soul, and for a moment she wavered, struggling against the temptation. She could do anything she wanted. Have anything she wanted. She could fulfill her cravings for sensation. All she had to do was give in.
No. She had control over her dreams; she'd proven that with Jono. She would not let her father manipulate her this way. So she simply abandoned this nightmare, withdrawing deeper into herself as her mind and soul murmured the words of meditation Azar herself had years ago taught her, words that always brought an inner calm. And once she felt at peace again, she created a new dream. Something simple, Fandom, her room, and Jono. Not dream-Jono, but real-Jono, as she saw him every day, leather and wrappings and all.
Relaxing, she let the dream go where it would. She was curled with him on her bed, just content to lie there quietly, head pillowed on his shoulder, one leg draped across his, his arm around her shoulders. Then he lifted a hand and touched it to her face. She kissed his fingertips and opened her mouth, but he spoke first, saying the words in her mind that she'd been longing to hear. //I love you.//
Her heart soared, and for a moment she was too overcome to respond with anything other than the tears that sprang to her eyes. She pushed herself up, leaning over him and smiling down and ready to speak her own words of love.
Instead the darkness took hold, and she laughed.
The confusion in his eyes just fed her amusement. "Do you think I care?" she said scornfully. "Do you think I could really love someone like you? You are just half a man." Fingers tipped with claws scratched down his chest, ripping open the bandages. "You are a monster!"
His pain was delicious. He was good for one thing, and that was to feed her hungers. Oh, he fought her as she reached inside his mind, pulling from him ever memory of love, every moment of joy, every little bit of happiness he'd ever known. She left the pain, the sorrow, all the gnawing insecurities and fears, and watched him wallow in it before she finally took all that as well, leaving him with absolutely nothing, just an empty shell with a dying fire.
"You are a monster," she said again, looking down at him with a sigh of satisfaction. "But you are nothing compared to me."
"THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE, DAUGHTER."
She came to her senses with a cry, staring down at Jono in disbelieving horror. "No, no," she moaned, taking his face in her hands and trying to give back what she'd taken. But the spark that made him Jono was gone, and nothing she could do would bring him back.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE, RAVEN. DO NOT MAKE IT HARDER FOR YOURSELF. IT IS POINTLESS TO RESIST."
"No!" she howled, sitting back and clawing at her head. This had to be a dream, this couldn't be real. Another of her father's tricks. Wake up wake up wake u--.
She was back in her bed, sheets damp with sweat and tangled around her legs. For a long moment she lay shaking, trying to breathe. Without her even sensing it, her father had slipped in and twisted her dream, blurred reality, molded her into his servant. He'd made her destroy what she loved most.
"Azar help me," Raven whispered, clutching her pillow. Because if her goddess couldn't, then no one else could.
[Warnings for boyfriend abuse. Mostly establishy since Xmas is over and it's time to start being mean to my girl again, but what the heck, door is close, post is open.]
Her dreams had been undisturbed over the holiday, though that was about to change. She found herself standing on the shattered streets of Azarath, and the skies above were yellow and red with flame. Trigon loomed there, hundreds of feet tall, laughing as his demons tore apart the marble buildings and devoured the flesh of the people they captured. "SO SHALL BE THE FATE OF ALL WHO OPPOSE ME, DAUGHTER," he said. He stretched out his hand toward her. "JOIN ME, RAVEN. ACCEPT MY POWER AND BECOME A GODDESS."
His power called to the darkness in her soul, and for a moment she wavered, struggling against the temptation. She could do anything she wanted. Have anything she wanted. She could fulfill her cravings for sensation. All she had to do was give in.
No. She had control over her dreams; she'd proven that with Jono. She would not let her father manipulate her this way. So she simply abandoned this nightmare, withdrawing deeper into herself as her mind and soul murmured the words of meditation Azar herself had years ago taught her, words that always brought an inner calm. And once she felt at peace again, she created a new dream. Something simple, Fandom, her room, and Jono. Not dream-Jono, but real-Jono, as she saw him every day, leather and wrappings and all.
Relaxing, she let the dream go where it would. She was curled with him on her bed, just content to lie there quietly, head pillowed on his shoulder, one leg draped across his, his arm around her shoulders. Then he lifted a hand and touched it to her face. She kissed his fingertips and opened her mouth, but he spoke first, saying the words in her mind that she'd been longing to hear. //I love you.//
Her heart soared, and for a moment she was too overcome to respond with anything other than the tears that sprang to her eyes. She pushed herself up, leaning over him and smiling down and ready to speak her own words of love.
Instead the darkness took hold, and she laughed.
The confusion in his eyes just fed her amusement. "Do you think I care?" she said scornfully. "Do you think I could really love someone like you? You are just half a man." Fingers tipped with claws scratched down his chest, ripping open the bandages. "You are a monster!"
His pain was delicious. He was good for one thing, and that was to feed her hungers. Oh, he fought her as she reached inside his mind, pulling from him ever memory of love, every moment of joy, every little bit of happiness he'd ever known. She left the pain, the sorrow, all the gnawing insecurities and fears, and watched him wallow in it before she finally took all that as well, leaving him with absolutely nothing, just an empty shell with a dying fire.
"You are a monster," she said again, looking down at him with a sigh of satisfaction. "But you are nothing compared to me."
"THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE, DAUGHTER."
She came to her senses with a cry, staring down at Jono in disbelieving horror. "No, no," she moaned, taking his face in her hands and trying to give back what she'd taken. But the spark that made him Jono was gone, and nothing she could do would bring him back.
"THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE, RAVEN. DO NOT MAKE IT HARDER FOR YOURSELF. IT IS POINTLESS TO RESIST."
"No!" she howled, sitting back and clawing at her head. This had to be a dream, this couldn't be real. Another of her father's tricks. Wake up wake up wake u--.
She was back in her bed, sheets damp with sweat and tangled around her legs. For a long moment she lay shaking, trying to breathe. Without her even sensing it, her father had slipped in and twisted her dream, blurred reality, molded her into his servant. He'd made her destroy what she loved most.
"Azar help me," Raven whispered, clutching her pillow. Because if her goddess couldn't, then no one else could.
[Warnings for boyfriend abuse. Mostly establishy since Xmas is over and it's time to start being mean to my girl again, but what the heck, door is close, post is open.]